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A LITTLE TO CLOSE THIS TIME [¯◉°] 이희승/EVAN

film features…….bsf!Heeseung & bsf!freader

film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you

film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.

film length………5.2min(5.2k)

film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷‍♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️

film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande

˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ⁀જ⁀➴ film starting……..

The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.

The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air. 

You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.

Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now. 

His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him. 

The headset he has on is filled with sounds of  explosions and gunshots, and he  pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.

You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.

You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer. 

But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.

“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.

You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.

His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.

“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.

“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.

“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.

“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”

He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”. 

You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.

“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back. 

“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”

“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.

"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”

“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.

“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.

You slowly get even more closer to his face. 

For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.

For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.

It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.

Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise. 

You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him. 

The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally. 

You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come. 

You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.

You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time. 

So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.

As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away. 

It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.

You don’t understand what happened.

One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.

“I said to not move, Heeseung!!  And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.

You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face. 

You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left. 

This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.

“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow. 

His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.

“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core. 

“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself. 

“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”

He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.

All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.

For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.

You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.

You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.

The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it. 

You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.

He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.

It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.

You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.

But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.

“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.

You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.

“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ” 

You roll your hips against his voluntarily. 

You need more.

You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.

“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.

This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.

He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.

This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.

You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.

He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.

His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.

His palm is hot.

He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.

His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.

He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.

You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.

“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore. 

His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.

His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.

He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl. 

The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.

He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.

He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.

You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.

The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.

He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.

You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.

You are drenched. 

Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.

You need him.

You need to feel full.

You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.

One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.

“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.

He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.

For a second he freezes.

You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..

You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.

“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.

He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.

“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.

 You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.

“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.

“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.

He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.

The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.

“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.

He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.

You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.

You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.

He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.

To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.

Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.

Your neck. No

Your collarbone. No

Your Shoulders. No

Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.

“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.

He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.

And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.

The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.

Just his hot breath. 

Hot.

Breath.

You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.

He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.

“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.

Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.

He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.

You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.

Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.

He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.

He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.

The pleasure was too good.

Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.

He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.

“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.

You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.

For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.

Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.

It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable. 

You didn't want to wait. 

“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.

“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.

“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.

“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.

He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.

The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.

He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.

Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.

“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.

You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.

He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.

He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.

As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.

“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.

Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.

“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.

“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.

“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.

Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.

“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.

Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.

“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg. 

He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.

He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.

Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.

The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.

His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.

He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.

You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.

He is big.

Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.

It was shocking.

You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.

His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.

You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous. 

“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.

You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.

You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.

An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.

You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.

“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.

 He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.

The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body. 

The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.

You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.

His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.

“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping. 

You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.

The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.

You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously. 

The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room. 

Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.

The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.

The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.

You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true. 

You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.

Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.

“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper. 

You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.

The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.

You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.

The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies. 

Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.

And fuck it, it was so so so good.

“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.

You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.

You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.

You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.

You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.

“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.

“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.

“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.

“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm. 

“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.

“I-i cant..too much–”

“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.

He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.

The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs. 

“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.

“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill me up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.

You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.

With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.

He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.

“Fuck–take it baby” 

You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.

As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.

He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.

You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter. 

“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.

He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.

He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.

“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion. 

You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.

“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.

You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face. 

“Mm” you whine sweetly.

He kisses your forehead gently.

"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Worth it?"

"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple. 

Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.

“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether. 

But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.

He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.

“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.

“Ready for round 2 baby” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.

“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.

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[hazeheart12]

A LITTLE TO CLOSE THIS TIME [¯◉°] 이희승/EVAN

film features…….bsf!Heeseung & bsf!freader

film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you

film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.

film length………5.2min(5.2k)

film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷‍♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️

film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande

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The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.

The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air. 

You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.

Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now. 

His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him. 

The headset he has on is filled with sounds of  explosions and gunshots, and he  pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.

You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.

You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer. 

But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.

“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.

You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.

His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.

“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.

“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.

“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.

“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”

He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”. 

You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.

“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back. 

“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”

“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.

"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”

“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.

“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.

You slowly get even more closer to his face. 

For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.

For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.

It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.

Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise. 

You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him. 

The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally. 

You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come. 

You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.

You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time. 

So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.

As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away. 

It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.

You don’t understand what happened.

One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.

“I said to not move, Heeseung!!  And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.

You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face. 

You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left. 

This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.

“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow. 

His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.

“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core. 

“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself. 

“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”

He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.

All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.

For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.

You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.

You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.

The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it. 

You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.

He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.

It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.

You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.

But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.

“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.

You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.

“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ” 

You roll your hips against his voluntarily. 

You need more.

You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.

“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.

This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.

He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.

This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.

You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.

He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.

His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.

His palm is hot.

He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.

His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.

He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.

You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.

“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore. 

His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.

His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.

He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl. 

The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.

He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.

He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.

You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.

The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.

He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.

You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.

You are drenched. 

Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.

You need him.

You need to feel full.

You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.

One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.

“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.

He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.

For a second he freezes.

You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..

You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.

“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.

He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.

“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.

 You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.

“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.

“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.

He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.

The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.

“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.

He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.

You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.

You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.

He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.

To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.

Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.

Your neck. No

Your collarbone. No

Your Shoulders. No

Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.

“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.

He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.

And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.

The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.

Just his hot breath. 

Hot.

Breath.

You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.

He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.

“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.

Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.

He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.

You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.

Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.

He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.

He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.

The pleasure was too good.

Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.

He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.

“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.

You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.

For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.

Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.

It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable. 

You didn't want to wait. 

“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.

“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.

“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.

“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.

He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.

The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.

He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.

Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.

“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.

You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.

He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.

He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.

As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.

“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.

Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.

“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.

“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.

“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.

Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.

“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.

Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.

“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg. 

He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.

He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.

Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.

The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.

His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.

He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.

You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.

He is big.

Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.

It was shocking.

You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.

His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.

You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous. 

“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.

You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.

You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.

An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.

You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.

“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.

 He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.

The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body. 

The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.

You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.

His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.

“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping. 

You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.

The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.

You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously. 

The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room. 

Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.

The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.

The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.

You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true. 

You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.

Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.

“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper. 

You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.

The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.

You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.

The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies. 

Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.

And fuck it, it was so so so good.

“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.

You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.

You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.

You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.

You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.

“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.

“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.

“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.

“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm. 

“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.

“I-i cant..too much–”

“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.

He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.

The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs. 

“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.

“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill me up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.

You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.

With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.

He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.

“Fuck–take it baby” 

You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.

As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.

He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.

You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter. 

“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.

He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.

He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.

“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion. 

You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.

“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.

You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face. 

“Mm” you whine sweetly.

He kisses your forehead gently.

"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Worth it?"

"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple. 

Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.

“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether. 

But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.

He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.

“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.

“Ready for round 2 baby” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.

“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.

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film features…….bsf!Heeseung & bsf!freader

film contains…….You are doing skin care for your best friend by sitting on his lap as usual, while he is gaming, but accidentally grind on him, ending up with his cock inside you

film caution …….MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Unprotected sex(don’t do it) dry humping, making out/ kissing, grinding, fingering, edging, nipple play, talking abt fem!reader body parts, neck kisses, nipping the neck, spanking, usage of the word ass, clit play?, mentions of nick names like baby and etc, riding, tell me if anything more should be mentioned.

film length………5.2min(5.2k)

film keeper whispers ……….This is my first ever time publishing fic, I’m learning to write since I imagine a lot, I want to get it into words and now I got an idea for this with the help of Pinterest 😪. I tried my best, and slowly I’m gonna start my oneshot, idk how long it’s gonna be 🤷‍♀️. If any mistakes, let me know. Please request if u want anything. I will try my best to write butI’m a slow writer 😢. Would love moots, reblogs and likes ♥️

film melody playing……….. into you- ariana grande

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The chaotic bursts of neon light from the monitors washes over the room, casting long, jagged shadows against the walls of Heeseung’s room.

The room smells of expensive cologne, ozone from the humming PC, carrying the faint and sterile scent of rosewater and gentle soap in the air. 

You are seated on Heeseung’s lap, straddling his hips, knees around them, on his chair, facing him in a position that the friction of your thighs against his jogger’s can’t be ignored.

Heeseung is fully concentrating on his game for now. 

His eyes are sharp, darting to every move in the game, playing it very carefully though you are quite a distraction to him. 

The headset he has on is filled with sounds of  explosions and gunshots, and he  pushes one piece of the headset aside so he can hear you.

You hold a small glass jar aloe vera gel, the product cool and smooth between your fingertips.

You’ve been massaging it on his face for the past ten minutes or maybe you just use it as an excuse to stay on his lap longer. 

But then still, you don’t care about the game he was playing, you just wanted to end the ‘washing face with whatever soap is there in the shower’ routine for him, so he can get good and fresh skin.

“Stop moving idiot” you murmur, voice soft but firm and commanding him a little because he keeps on moving.

You can feel the heat radiating from him as you blend the cream on his face in small upwards circles.

His jaw is clenched, trying his best not to feel you and your stupid tactics as a distraction, which you are sitting innocently on his lap like you don't understand what’s wrong in doing this.

“I’m in an important fight, Y/N” he grunts, though there’s no real anger behind his voice.

“If I lose this round, I’m gonna blame you and your so-called skincare routine” he adds, mocking lightly.

“Uhh, my skincare routine is obviously way better than whatever you do in the stupid shower,” you retort, sliding your fingers on his temple now.

“No soap is gonna clean your face like my skincare does, your skin feel shit, and it’s screaming for help, so think of this as an upgrade for your face”

He lets out a laugh, his eyes fixed towards the screen. “Sure,” he says as if it’s nothing, “My skin has a mouth and it’s screaming”. 

You roll your eyes at that, moving a little back so you can look at him even though he doesn’t.

“Just because it doesn’t have a loud, cocky mouth like you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” you shoot back. 

“And for your kind information,” you continue, leaning closer to his face again, to spread the gel on his face, “You’re skin is so dehydrated, maybe it looks fine, but it really isn’t, so be grateful”

“I should be— What? grateful? Why? And what? I have a cocky mouth?” he splutters, turning towards you showing an exaggerated, horrified expression which was totally just acting.

"First place, I don’t even care about my skin, Second, you should be grateful that I’m letting you do this while I’m literally in the middle of a serious fight, Third—”

“Hey, dont move!,” you interrupt, pushing back his face towards the screen.

“I can’t do it properly, if you keep moving” you add and he becomes quiet and goes back to playing his game very seriously.

You slowly get even more closer to his face. 

For real, you’ve done this almost a hundred times before, sitting on his lap touching his face and all stuff, but today something in the air feels different.

For the first time the closeness doesn’t feel normal.

It feels dangerous, surreal and maybe something new.

Every time he breathes near you, every time his chest brushes against yours, you feel your pulse raise. 

You try to ignore it, focusing your attention back to what you are doing, but it only makes it worse, because now, you’re actually looking at him. 

The sharp line of his nose, the long lashes that fall against his skin, the bambi-like looking eyes, and then your gaze drops down— unintentionally. 

You blink, realizing you are staring at him, you shake your head slightly to clear it, pushing those sudden, distracting thoughts away as quickly as they come. 

You don't want to be caught by him, which will only make it more embarrassing.

You quickly turn back to your work— properly this time. 

So, you shift your weight, moving closer to him, trying to adjust the position so reaching the bridge of his nose would be easier.

As you move, your thighs slide against his joggers, hips very slightly against each other, the friction sending a sudden spark through your body, but you push it away. 

It was just a small moment for you, which you just want to ignore, but it sent a shudder through Heeseung’s body which you didn’t know.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groans, throwing his head back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, suddenly gripping your hip with one hand so tightly as you freeze at the pressure.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking do that, I’m trying my best to concentrate, baby” he forces out softly, the words tight as he grits his teeth.

You don’t understand what happened.

One second, you’re applying the gel on his face, moving closer to reach his nose—and the next, he throws his head against the chair and it’s pissing you since you already told him to not move.

“I said to not move, Heeseung!!  And seriously, it’s not my mistake that you can’t concentrate on your game” you say, a hint of irritation slipping through your voice.

You don’t understand what is wrong or what is his problem, even though it was quite obvious you couldn’t figure it out, so you just get back to working on his face. 

You shift your weight again, trying to adjust your position to get a better angle on his face, slightly moving left. 

This movement causes your leggings to unintentionally rub your thigh against his growing hardness.

“Baby, fuck—“ he rasps, as his other hand also leaves keyboard to grab the other side of your hip and holds you so tightly with both of the hands that you were sure it will leave few bruises by tomorrow. 

His head abruptly falls on your shoulder as the room fills with the loud harsh blares from the monitor which indicates he lost the game but you didn’t know it.

“Heeseung what the—” before you could even scold him, you gasp from him pulling you down, pressing you against him in a way that you can feel his big bulge on your core. 

“Heeseung….” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“Don’t—fucking don’t,” he starts, speaking as his head is still on your shoulder, you hear it in his voice, how he is trying his all best to control himself. 

“Don’t tell me stop when all I was doing was sitting here….trying my all best to control myself, while here you are sitting on my fucking lap, moving how ever you want……. God! Y/N you’ve been killing me here, I can’t stop anymore—”

He stops talking, lifting his head from your shoulder before capturing your lips in a searing, aching, desperate kiss, hands moving from your hips to your waist, gripping it so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

He kisses you rough, like gentleness isn’t even an option right now, like he’s done holding back, done pretending this doesn’t mean anything as the gel smears on your face from his face.

All the years of your friendship, when he did his best to hold back, but now he’s done.

For a second you forget how to breathe, the intensity, the desperation and the desire from his mouth against yours, knocking the thoughts out of your brain.

You don’t even process the fact that HE, HE, your best friend is kissing you right now. Never in a million years did you think this out of all would happen—a lie you had a lot of sex dreams with him cuz he was too hot, and……..never mind.

You are still trying to process this when the grip on your waist tightens to pull you out of your thoughts.

The jar slips from your hand, shattering into pieces, and gel spreads everywhere on the floor, but you don’t even notice it. 

You melt against him, your hand slowly moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers curling tightly in the hair as you pull him closer and kiss him back with the same desire, desperation and intensity.

He lets out a low deep growl, something filled with satisfaction like he knew you would kiss him without holding back.

It vibrates through your whole body, slowly heat starts coiling up in your lower belly more than what you felt a while ago.

You start feeling needy and want him more than you ever did.

But then he pulls back, forehead against yours, his breath hot, and his lips swollen from the hard rough kiss.

“Tell me to stop—” he whispers against your mouth in a low hoarse, octave voice which sends a shiver through your body.

You shake your head instantly before he can even finish.

“No,” you whisper, the word barely leaving your throat. “Don’t. Please don’t ” 

You roll your hips against his voluntarily. 

You need more.

You need the friction to not be a tease and start being the truth. The reality.

“Fuck—“ Heeseung hisses the moment he hears the deny and feels the roll of your hips directly against his bulge.

This time you’ve done it on purpose, you need more and you are clearly showing it.

He roughly grabs your jaw,tilting your head back, and crashing his lips on to yours again.

This time it’s all tongue and teeth, he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims it like it’s his.

You gasp into the kiss, this was more aggressive and desperate han before.

He takes his chance to enter his tongue into your mouth when you gasp.

His tongue plunges into your mouth, taking in your whispers and every inch of your mouth, he doesn’t waste a single single second.

His palm is hot.

He moves his hand from your waist to your hips as they slowly slip under your long hoodie or probably his which you wear all the time.

His hands move on your lower back, pulling you closer that there isn’t a millimetre also left between you both.

He breaks the kiss to move lower, his lips dragging along your jaw, sucking gently, before moving down to the column of your throat.

You tilt your head back without thinking, giving him more, your fingers going to his shoulders to hold tightly as his kisses grow firmer, more lingering.

“Hee….mm….Hee…” your breath stutters, his name coming from your mouth like a chant, unsteady whispers, which you can’t hold back anymore. 

His hand moves down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a spank.

His palm against your ass made you leave out a loud gasp, your back arching slightly.

He doesn’t pull away, he soothes it down slowly, in a way it makes your toe curl. 

The literal sensation sends sparks right over to your core, making you clench a round nothing.

He starts placing open mouthed kisses near your collarbone and neck, his breath hot and damp, leaving the warmth of his mouth behind.

He moves below your ear, instantly financing your sweet spot and nips your skin lightly.

You let out a sharp cry, breathing unsteadily.

The moment you let it out, he leans in again, nipping it harder than before, sucking a dark, purple mark, visibly claiming you.

He follows down to your collarbone, nipping wherever he finds your sweet spots to let out those sweet little sounds that feel like music to his ears.

You don’t stop, you keep whimpering his name, gasping when his tongue darts out to lick gently after nipping on your sweet spots.

You are drenched. 

Your panties are suffocatingly tight because of the silk clinging to your folds as you leak for him.

You need him.

You need to feel full.

You were sure it is making it hard to even take in air properly just because of his hot kisses on your body.

One of his hands tugs the hem of your hoodie, asking you permission if he was allowed to remove it while he was still busy marking you up.

“Yes! Please—remove it” you please, your voice cracking a little bit.

He doesn’t even take a second to tug it off, the moment you accept it, in one fluid motion he pulls it off you.

For a second he freezes.

You aren’t wearing a bra, the cool air hitting your bare skin, making your nipples harden and maybe you weren’t even sure if it was air or his gaze all over your body making you turn again and again and again…..

You aren’t wearing anything else except the black lace of your panties peeking out of your tiny shorts you wore.

“Fuck baby—” he growls, his eye’s darkening, pupils expanding until his hazel is almost entirely black.

He looks at you like you’re both sin and miracle given to him at once.

“This is what you have been gatekeeping from me, huh?” he asks, his hands moving to cup the underside of your breast, lifting them up slightly, as his thumb slightly grazes over the peck.

 You whimper, throwing your head back at that little touch surge of pleasure shoots to your core.

“This tiny waist,” his hands moving to the mid section, squeezing the softness there, devouring your body with his eyes.

“These wide, beautiful hips,” his finger moving on the waistband, pulling the elastic tight.

He bends a little, pressing a hot, lingering kiss right above the fabric of your panties, his lips grazing the skin of your hip.

The sensation sends a jolt through your body, sending shivers as your legs shake.

“Including the ass you’ve been teasing me with for years,” he said his voice filled with lust and love, and then he looks at you, how you look wrecked just for his touch.

He spanks you again, harder and more firm this time.

You cry out, a sound filled with shock, pleasure and pain, but please wins it all for now.

You thought he would probably soothe it again but no, it was paining harder but he made no movement to touch or soothe it, just casually leans back on to the chair.

He just lets it linger there, making it a reminder for you.

To remind you, who you actually belong to though he hasn’t fucked the shit out you yet.

Now his gaze isn’t on your face, it moves lower.

Your neck. No

Your collarbone. No

Your Shoulders. No

Just shamelessly, directly looking at your breasts with a hungry gaze, something you wanted to see all along.

“And finally……these beautiful, big boobs” he whispers.

He bends down, his lips hovering right over your breast, his hot breath teasing your nipples.

And then he pecks it…..to just tease you more.

The moment his hot breath was on your nipple.

Just his hot breath. 

Hot.

Breath.

You found yourself getting hungrier for him, you didn’t want him to tease you, you needed him, right then and there.

He knew it, he knew how you felt, how you are breathing, how you need him, but won’t give you what you want right now.

“Hee please—” you grind on him again but he holds back your hips making you stop, before you please again or tell him how badly you need him.

Then he starts sucking it, like he can’t hold back anymore, like this was the last thing left on the earth, maybe even like he was thirsty for them.

He wants to tease you, but couldn't hold himself back from you either, that grinding, those pleas from your mouth, made him rethink his decision from teasing you.

You could hear his sucking sounds, wet and vulgar, because of the wetness of his saliva spreading on to your nipples.

Your back arches, your hands instinctively find his hair, gripping it tightly.

He groans at the tight pull of his hair, making him harder underneath.

He sucks on your nipples, tongue circling around the peck, and tugging it slightly before sucking it again, doing the same thing over and over again, while his other hand finds your breast, squeezing, kneading it and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

You moan, loud, honest, no stopping.

The pleasure was too good.

Your hips start bucking instantly against his bulge again, rolling your hips harder than before, grinding more.

He notices it as he pulls back from sucking with a wet plop.

“Eager now baby?” He teases, his voice dropping low.

You nod, hips moving harder, searching for friction.

For a second he thought to let you do something at least for yourself or not stopping you like he was before but no, straight away his hands move to your hips stopping you right when you thought it was getting better.

Then he bends down and moves to the other breast without a word to you, giving it the same attention as before, while his other hand was on the breast which was wet from his saliva, but still playing with it, satisfying you with his hand.

It was good, undeniably you like you, but the fact that your pussy was throbbing to be filled was not ignorable. 

You didn't want to wait. 

“Hee….please…please..I need you so bad—ahh” you let out a sharp cry as he bites down your nipples, his hands lowering, across your thighs and rids your shorts from your legs without asking you.

“Needy baby?” He asks as he pulls back, like knew nothing.

“Hee—ahhh” you moan when his fingers touch the wetness of your pussy just through the lace black panties.

“So wet for me baby” he coos as he feels the moisture soaking through the lace.

He finally strips them away also, leaving you bare on his lap, pressing against him.

The contact is sharp, as now you are directly pressing against the rough fabric over his bulge.

He finds his way to your clit, pressing on the swollen bud right away, rubbing it in circles with no patience, but with punishing pressure that makes your vision blur.

Your mouth opens, letting out sharp breaths, eyes shut, finally getting whatever you’ve been longing for, you instinctively bite down on your lips as choked sobs and moans come out of your throat.

“No baby, don’t bite your lip, don’t stop, moan for me, darling” he says softly, before pushing 2 fingers into your soaking warmth at once.

You scream from the sudden push, it wasn’t warned, it was too sudden.

He starts pushing deeper into your spongy walls, as your walls clench around his fingers, he groans in your neck, his fingers curling in spots making you moan and vision blur from the pleasure.

“Fuck baby, thats it, take my fingers like a good girl” he finally adds the third finger, stretching you apart as you wail, and then heeseung leans to kiss you again, tongue entering your mouth directly, taking in all your sounds while pumping his fingers in and out, while his thumb presses and circles on your bud.

He moves faster, pulling away from the kiss, gripping your hips tightly while pumping his fingers faster, your hands move to his shoulders tightening as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, while whimpering and gasping, leaving out breathy huffs.

As you feel your orgasm building, tightening low in your belly, just the tension in your thighs becomes unbearable.

“Hee— I’m—” before could even finish your sentence, he pulled out his fingers, just only the pad of his thumb pressing over your swollen clit, trapping the pleasure before it could explode.

Your eyes open wide, blown in shock as a moan of frustration screeches from your throat at the literal loss of his fingers inside.

“Hee, why–” you gasp, hips bucking instinctively towards his hand wanting more.

“Mmm” he just hums, looking down at your pussy while circling your clit, rubbing it in small circles but never quite providing the friction you need to tip over the edge.

“Hee, please!” you whine, trying to grind his hand, but he holds your hip tight enough to not let you move, he is still looking at your pussy, but then finally looks up.

Eyes dark with lust, his smoldering gaze at you making you pause for a second before he says “please, what?” in a low octave, his voice sounding husky.

“I-I need to come,” you wail, grinding on his bulge over his rough fabric making you want more, in fact you’ve never felt this needy.

Him edging you just made it worse, you couldn't take the teasing now, you need him and you won't stop asking for it.

“please hee please I need you, I want you so badly. I can’t take it anymore!!” you beg. 

He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound.

He doesn't put his fingers back in you or do anything you asked for.

Instead, he starts to kiss you, deep, demanding kisses that taste of mint and desperation.

The intensity of the kiss swallows you while leaving you breathless and your hands move to his head, running your hands through his long, lustrous black hair.

His tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling desperately while sliding down his joggers and boxer to pull his cock out.

He pulls away from the kiss, pulling your head back away from his.

You look down into his hands and the moment you saw it, you were starstuck.

He is big.

Not big like you think, very big in a way you weren't sure if you could even take him.

It was shocking.

You knew this was coming, when you guys crossed your lines today but god he is just so big.

His cock is big, fucking standing straight, curling a little but still so so straight in way you never stood in your whole life, wow, it is hot and swollen, throbbing as the tip is in a beautifully pink color, glistening with precum as he held the shaft in his hand.

You are staring at it shamelessly, because who wouldn't look at something so beautiful and gorgeous. 

“Like what you see baby?” he asks, when he caught you staring at his cock.

You snap out of your thoughts, raising your head up, eyes locking on to his eyes, as your cheeks burn from embarrassment.

“Want it inside you baby?” he questions as he feels your arousal just by looking at you face.

You nod slightly and that's what it takes before he jerks it on your pussy once, slapping his cock against it a few times, spreading his precum all over.

An unfiltered screech comes out of your throat, showing how needy you are when he slaps the tip on your pussy.

You move a little, rubbing it a little on his cock, whimpering a little.

“You want it so bad right? You’ll get it baby” he doesn't wait another second.

 He grips your waist and heaves you upward and then slams you down on to his cock.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders as you scream into the crook of his neck when he buries himself, all the way to the hilt inside you in one fluid, powerful motion.

The fullness is overwhelming, a blunt pressure that hits your cervix and sends ripples of pleasure radiating through your entire lower body. 

The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled, the stretch of your pussy, the sudden, intense heat of him deep within your pussy.

You feel your internal muscles spasm around him, clamping down tight, clenching it so tight which makes Heeseung leave a raw guttural growl out feeling you all around him.

His cock twitches inside you, showing how badly he needed this.

“Baby–fuck, so tight…you feel so good baby” he says, his hands sliding down to your ass gripping. 

You stay still for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the only sound the heavy thrum of the PC fans and your synchronized gasping.

The gaming chair creaks as you begin to move, tentatively at first, lifting your hips a few inches and then sliding back down.

You only lift an inch before slamming back down, the impact making the gaming chair rock precariously. 

The feeling of him filling inside you was so so good, that you didn't care about anyone hearing your moans, as your moans echo all through the room. 

Your grip on his shoulder tightens as the pleasure of him being inside you, stretching you apart with his cock was the best feeling you ever felt.

The squelching and wet sounds of your pussy moving on his cock, taking him all the way down to his shaft, then moving back halfway, and falling back down, with your moans and Heeseung’s groans fill you the room.

The sounds are lewd, obscene or even pornographic, it didn't feel real.

You riding your best friend's cock feels like a dreaming true. 

You slowly find your rhythm, more confident, more desperate.

Your mouth falls agape, moaning loudly every time you ride him, head falls back as the tip hits that spot that makes you see stars, your breasts bounce with every downward thrust, your hardened nipples scrape against his shirt every time.

“Yes, just like that baby” he groans as his head hits the chair, while he grips your ass and starts lifting you higher so he can move deeper. 

You are desperate now, the need for release overriding everything.

The friction against your clit is intense, a searing heat that builds with every slide.

You lean forward, your hair falling over your face, your mouth finding his again.

The kiss is sloppy, desperate, the sound of your tongues clashing mixing with the wet slaps of your bodies. 

Tentatively, Heeseung also starts moving his hips up, thrusting upward slowly, testing the waters to see how it would be.

And fuck it, it was so so so good.

“Ahh” you moan as the tip of his cock hits deeper in your pussy, as your walls clench around him in pleasure.

You scream into his mouth, it is so intense, your pussy takes him all the way on to his shaft.

You keep riding him until you feel that low tingling feeling in your lower stomach.

You are about to come, you needed it any minute now.

You are moving faster, breath uneven, shamelessly moaning so loudly, you are sure your neighbours could hear it but you couldn't care less.

“Ngh heee” you wail, you dont know if its pain or pleasure or all together but it was good and stretching you apart and finally you are about to come.

“Hee–hee i-m im coming!!” you choke out, the orgasm is about to come as he moves his hips faster, thrusting harder.

“Yes baby, yes, come for me, come on my cock baby” he says, holding your hips, gripping it so hard, it could leave red marks on it and speeding up the movements, slamming you down onto his cock, taking control.

“Ahh–mm yess, yess im coming!!” you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Heeseung doesnt stop, he fucks you through it, chasing his orgasm. 

“Hee—” you scream so loudly, it was too much, you are overstimulating, you coat his cok, milking it all the way.

“I-i cant..too much–”

“Yess, you can, you can for me baby” his movements becoming faster, more erratic. He's grunting now, the sounds guttural and raw.

He lifts you slightly and then slams you down, the leather of the chair creaking loudly under the strain.

The sound of your pussy engulfing him is a wet, rhythmic squelch, the air being pushed out of your orifice in small, needy puffs. 

“Im-im coming baby” he moves faster again and again.

“Im gonna fill you up, you’re gonna take me like a good girl and fill me up right?” he says as he looks at you and captures your lips into kiss again.

You feel him tense, his entire body turning to stone beneath you.

With one final, deep thrust that feels like it reaches your very soul, he lets out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body tensing.

He gives one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as you feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up, the liquid warmth spreading through your internals.

“Fuck–take it baby” 

You moan as he fills you up, while he grunts and finally comes undone inside you which felt so so so good.

As the intensity fades, he doesn't move.

He keeps you pressed against him, his heart hammering against your ribs.

You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, though he remains deep within. A small amount of semen and lubricant leaks from the junction of your bodies, dripping onto the black leather of the chair with a soft patter. 

“That was–soo good” you whisper to him.

He smiles, that goddamn smile that melts you right away, probably even your bones.

He pushes a wet hair stand behind your hair as he finally speaks.

“Very good. Are you happy?” he asks and that genuinely made you feel happy that he was asking your opinion. 

You nod, you look wrecked so did he, both of you breathing heavily, faces flushed.

“Are you ok?” he asks you sweetly after showing his dark side which you loved and so did you like that gentleness in his which made your heart filp and beat faster.

You blush as you nod and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Dont hide baby” he pulls you back cupping your face. 

“Mm” you whine sweetly.

He kisses your forehead gently.

"So," he says, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I think I lost that match."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Worth it?"

"The best loss of my life," he whispers, kissing your temple. 

Heeseug twitches inside you, making you whimper.

“You’re still inside me hee” you say to him as it hurts a little but don't bother but it's still sticky and messy altogether. 

But then he shrugs it off as if it's nothing, you frown and ask him “what?” and try to pull away.

He doesn't let you, he slams you back down as you scream and squeal from shock.

“Hee–” then while you are still inside him, he abruptly stands up, while still holding you tightly around your waist and still inside you.

“Ready for round 2 baby” he asks as you widen your eyes in shock while his cock gets stiff all the way till his shaft again.

“Hee~” he crashes his lips on to yours slamming you onto the wall and starts moving inside you.

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dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc

when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.

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you loved school.

not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didn’t burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.

home was different.

you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.

the smell hit first.

sharp. bitter. stale.

it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.

you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.

your dad.

ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.

what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasn’t becoming a problem.

but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.

and so did the drinking.

he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.

now, you couldn’t even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.

it had probably been almost two years.

you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.

you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.

around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.

moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.

“psst,” she whispered. “you’re literally spacing out again.”

you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.

“i’m not,” you mumbled.

instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.

“hey,” she whispered again. “random question.”

“do you think minju likes anyone?” that got your attention.

you glanced at her. “what?”

moka tried (and failed) to look casual.

“nothing. i was just wondering.”

you stared at her for a second, “you like her.”

“shh!” moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. “keep your voice down.”

you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, “wow.”

you let out a quiet laugh.

for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.

the bell eventually came like a relief you didn’t realize you were waiting for.

chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.

you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.

moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.

the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.

you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something random—someone’s drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didn’t like.

you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.

at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.

you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.

“you are so obvious,” you said.

“i literally didn't do anything.”

“right.”

“i didn't!”

by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.

you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.

“come on, y/n!” moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. “it’s been forever, and we’re always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.”

you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“maybe another time.”

“that’s what you said last time,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. “and the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?”

if only she knew.

your grip tightened slightly around your bag. “it’s just messy.”

“messy?” moka scoffed. “y/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i don’t care.”

you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. “hey,” she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.

because something was wrong.

something had been wrong for years now.

but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.

so instead, you smiled. "nothing’s wrong,” you lied.

moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. “fineee. but one day i’m showing up at your house uninvited.”

your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.

"there’s a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.” she suggests.

you paused for a second. “…okay,” you said quietly.

moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.

same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.

moka, however, didn’t notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.

inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.

the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.

moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. “this is for later,” she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. “and this is for now. and this is just… because i feel like it.”

you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.

then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.

you both paused.

a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.

he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.

the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didn’t respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasn’t making sense.

and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.

“why are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?”

you stiffened a bit.

the cashier blinked, clearly startled. “sir, that’s the price—”

“don’t lie to me,” the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. “you think i don’t know what you people do?”

the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.

a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.

you weren’t looking at the cashier anymore.

you were looking at the man.

and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.

the voice. the posture.

no.

no, no, no.

your basket slipped slightly in your hand.

“y/n?” moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. “hey… what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.

your dad’s voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.

“what are you staring at?”

he turned and his eyes landed on you.

for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.

“oh,” he said, voice sharpening instantly. “so you’re here.”

moka frowned, looking between you and him. “wait… you know him?”

you still couldn’t speak.

your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, pointing vaguely. “why are you even out? what, you think you can just—”

his voice rose, drawing attention again.

you took a small step back without realizing it.

your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didn’t know how to stay inside itself properly.

moka grabbed your arm, panicked. “y/n, hey—hey, look at me.”

his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.

“oh, don’t start with that,” he barked suddenly, louder. “don’t do that, you guilt tripping bitch.”

his words blurred together after that.

all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.

your dad’s eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.

“stop standing there like that,” he snapped suddenly. “you always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everything—”

he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.

“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. “the way you look at me.. it's just like her.”

your chest tightened.

he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.

“i wish i never had you.” he said sharply.

it wasn’t a big sentence but it landed like one.

something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.

moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.

it didn’t matter, you kept moving anyway.

the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.

you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.

eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.

when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.

but nothing did, so you went inside.

the smell hit you the second you stepped in.

stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.

then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.

you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usual—slumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.

but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.

your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasn’t home. he had gone out again.

you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didn’t feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.

once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.

there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.

where are you?? please answer me im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that are you okay??

you stared at moka’s messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.

im okay

you didn’t wait for a reply.

instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.

the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.

when you were done, you changed into something comfortable—an oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.

you didn’t feel better.

but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.

you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.

a classic nutella sandwich.

the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.

suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.

your hands froze mid-motion.

for a second you didn’t even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.

your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.

him.

without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.

your heart was already racing.

a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didn’t fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.

you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

what you saw made you freeze completely.

a man you didn’t recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dad’s unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the stranger’s shoulder.

the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldn’t fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.

that was when you really saw him properly.

he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.

holy shit.

you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.

carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.

he turned.

his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shifted—subtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone else to be there.

his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.

“oh? i didn't know he had a daughter.”

of course that fucker wouldn’t have told anyone about you.

you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didn’t want to look at for too long.

you forced your gaze away.

the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.

after a brief hesitation, you followed him.

the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.

“sorry, should’ve introduced myself,” he said, glancing at you properly. “i’m sunghoon.”

you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.

“i’m y/n,” you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.

there was a brief pause after that.

you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadn’t missed a single thing you’d said or done.

the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldn’t quite name.

“sorry about your dad,” he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didn’t drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. “i know he’s… not easy to deal with.”

you weren’t sure what to say to that.

“it’s okay… i’m used to it,” you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.

sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.

“we were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,” he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. “normally i wouldn’t see anyone home. this is the first time i’ve seen you.”

his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.

was he checking you out?

he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didn’t require much thought.

“want one?”

your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, “actually, are you even old enough to?” he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.

you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. “i’m 18. of course i can.”

then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.

“i’ve done it before...”

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away.

he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.

“then take one, little girl,” he said simply.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.

a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.

the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.

sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.

you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.

a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.

“not much of a talker, are we?” he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.

your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. “i just don’t know what to say.”

that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.

sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.

that’s when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.

there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.

you followed his gaze.

it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didn’t feel real now.

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.

then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.

“you look so happy in that,” he said after a pause.

your throat tightened immediately.

“i was,” you said, then quickly added, softer, “i guess.”

the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoon’s expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.

“he's been like this since your mom died?” he asked. “that man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.”

you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. “yeah,” you managed.

sunghoon glanced back at the photo “he must've loved her a lot.”

the smile on your face faltered.

“i guess.”

a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.

“sometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.”

the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.

all at once.

because he was right.

your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.

and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.

you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldn’t really look at either him or the photo anymore.

you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.

then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.

safe in a way you weren’t used to.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

“i'm sorry baby,” he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.

his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.

he exhales once, small, like he’s pulling himself back.

“it must be hard,” he says. you nod faintly, but don’t move away.

you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.

“how about we go to your room?” he said quietly. “we wouldn’t want your father waking up and seeing you like this.”

you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.

sunghoon knows he shouldn't.

especially not with one of his friends daughter.

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.

youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.

"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.

he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"

his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.

you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.

"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.

you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.

"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."

fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?

before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.

you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.

you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.

as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.

sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.

"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.

at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.

"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.

his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.

sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."

without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.

"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.

suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"

when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."

sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.

he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.

sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.

his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.

you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.

"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.

sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.

your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"

sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.

his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.

your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.

sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.

your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.

you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.

“p-please…” you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.

“please what?” he asked quietly.

"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.

"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.

his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.

he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.

he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.

"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.

you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.

with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.

sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.

and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.

"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.

you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.

"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.

and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.

"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.

gosh, you're really going to kill him.

he can't wait to ruin you.

without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.

you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.

he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.

you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.

"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.

"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.

he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.

sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.

sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."

you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.

you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.

"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.

"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.

sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.

"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.

sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.

and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.

sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.

suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.

the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.

sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.

his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.

sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.

as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.

he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"

he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."

he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.

your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didn’t realize you needed until now.

“you did so well my bunny,” he murmured softly after a moment. “i’m so proud of you.”

his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.

“don’t leave me… please,” you said, barely above a whisper.

he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.

his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said softly.

and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.

you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.

jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous. heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.

sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).

the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).

sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight. jay: sounds like heaven. jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf?? heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that. jay: we can tell. jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men. jake: cmon hoon.

sunghoon chuckles at his phone.

sunghoon: maybe.

@evanificais do not steal or recreate.

authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!

notes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[hevanmade]

꒰ ⑅ִ۫💭 ྀི 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

olderbro!jake who buys figurines to bribe you into having sex with him.

“mm, hold on f'me yeah? . .” jake mumbles into your ear, his frame pinning you face down on your desk, one hand fisting your hair, the other digging into your hip. he's ball deep, his thick, veiny cock splitting you open.

you whine, ass up high as he pounds into you faster, the wet squelch of your cunnie echoing throughout your room, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking his balls.

jake doesn't slow down, he just grins, relishing in your sound. he pulls out, his fat tip catching on your rim before sliding back in, stretching you so much it burns so deliciously.

“c'mon baby, i know how much you wanted those figurines. . .” he mutters, voice all rough and teasing, his soft lips brushing your ear, sweat dripping down his forehead, panting as his muscles flexed. your kitty creaming around him, a messy white ring coating his shaft while he thrusts into you.

“nghh. . . please! j-jakey i-im gonna-” jake shoves two fingers into your mouth not letting you finish, forcing his fingers down your throat making you gag and suck on them. “c'mon sis. . . cum for me.” he grunts out, hips never letting up, the desk creaking under his weight as he fucks you dumb, those figurines being kept for safe keeping. meaning you, would have to work really hard them.

[minhosimthings]

Into It? || 18+

Synopsis: It doesn't hurt to fuck the hot frat boys you were tutoring right? Especially when they fulfilled all your horniest fantasies?

Pairings: Jake x fem!reader x Euijoo, includes members of Enhypen and &team and my glorious goddess Yujin of Ive

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, actual porn, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you dumbfuck), threesome (2 scenes), double penetration, anal sex, dumbification, big dick ej and jake, oral (f and m recieiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, cock riding, dom ej and jake, vibrator use, ass slapping because duh, mayybee masochist ej and jake, masturbation (f), praise and degradation, reader gets called a cocksucker (lovingly), horrible use of frat terms, they're all freaky and horny dont ask me shit

A/N: the people of minhosimthings queendom, your queen has finally gone utterly mad. And with the madness, she's managed to craft the horniest, filthiest shit she's ever written because oh of COURSE her biases deserve the best treatment right? Jokes apart I lost so many braincells trying to think of scenarios so please don't get bored by everything ik im shit at writing threesomes. Also succesfully beat the 1000 block restriction by combining paragraphs yay. As always, enjoy, my darlings!

Word Count: 24.8k (get your pussies wet and ready)

Everyone on campus knew them. Everyone on campus loved them.

And you were about to suffer for the next two months.

How fun.

You had no idea how your professor even knew you. You were always in the second row seat in the corner, tucked away, fixed on your laptop. You procrastinated, studied, got the grades and went the fuck home, never speaking even once in class. Not when you dropped your pencil about 5000 metres away from you (right in front of your seat-partner) and they didn't notice so you chose to stay quiet for the rest of the class and went home and googled all the notes. Desperate times, desperate measures.

And then came your professor calling you to her office, telling you how perfect you’d be to tutor her weakest students for the upcoming final exam! Yipee!

Euijoo and Jaeyun. How could one even begin to describe Euijoo and Jaeyun?

They were such paradoxes, two bodies of complete irony, the sun and moon in one. They were part of the biggest and most famous frat on campus, &-En—the one known for epic parties, charity fundraisers that broke records and a roster of members who looked like they’d stepped out of a casting call for ‘University: The Musical’.

Both of them were campus royalty, the faces on every frat party flyer, every sports event poster, every stupid candid photograph people uploaded with captions about ‘college memories <3’. In summary, they were impossible to miss.

And ridiculously beautiful too.

Jaeyun with his soft black hair that always somehow fell perfectly over his forehead no matter how recklessly he moved, pretty in a quiet way that snuck up on you unexpectedly. He smiled at everyone, held doors open, remembered names; people talked about how he once carried an intoxicated freshman girl all the way back to her dorm because none of her friends could manage it properly.

Euijoo, his dyed hair a vibrant slash of autumn against the grey campus concrete, sitting on benches, gently coaxing skittish campus cats to eat from his hand. He had the kind of face people wrote songs about after making prolonged eye contact once. You’d once seen him climb a damn tree to grab an apple for some giggly group of girls who ran their manicured claws along his chest.

But despite the frat parties and loud crowds and expensive jackets and stupidly attractive friends, neither of them had ever seemed cruel. Frat-boyish? Absolutely. They roughhoused with their friends on campus lawns, walked around in sweats and sleeveless shirts like they were born for magazine covers, and showed up to lectures smelling faintly of expensive cologne and sleep deprivation.

But they were gentle, kind. You noticed things. The way Jaeyun always bowed politely to professors, the way Euijoo slowed his pace whenever someone walked beside him, the way they listened when people spoke.

Soft boys hidden beneath loud lives.

So when Professor Choi had asked you to stay behind after class, you genuinely thought you were being accused of plagiarism or tax fraud or something equally horrifying. Instead, she folded her hands together over her desk and smiled.

“I have two students who desperately need help before finals,” she said. “And I think you’d be perfect for tutoring them.” You had opened your mouth to reject the offer immediately—because absolutely not—before she continued.

“Euijoo and Jaeyun.”

“…What?”

Professor Choi laughed softly at your expression. “They’re struggling badly in biology.”

“That can’t be true,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You had never, not once, spoken a word to either of them. Which was exactly why this whole situation was so bad. Because now you had to speak to them. Repeatedly.

“For two months?” you repeated weakly.

“Just until finals.” Professor Choi nodded sympathetically. “They’re both nice boys, it would be a pity if they failed.”

Yeah it would be a pity if you just jumped off a building right now.

You stared at her. She smiled brighter, like this was a gift. “They specifically asked for someone academically reliable, someone focused.” Which was apparently professor-code for antisocial. You sighed into your hands while she slid a paper toward you containing their schedules. “Please try your best with them,” she said gently. “They’re good boys.”

Good boys.

Right.

That was how you ended up back in your tiny one-person dorm later that night, sitting cross-legged in front of your mirror with your skincare half-done and biology notes scattered across your bed. The dorm was only yours because of your grades—a tiny mercy granted by scholarship credits and endless academic validation. It was small but quiet, and right then, it felt painfully too quiet. It was the kind of silence that amplified the impending doom.

You stared at your reflection. Tomorrow. Tomorrow you were going to sit across from Euijoo and Jaeyun for two entire hours pretending you were capable of functioning like a normal human being. You imagined awkward silences, you imagined humiliating yourself instantly, you imagined them leaning over your shoulder to ask a question and your brain physically short-circuiting.

Maybe they’d hate tutoring, maybe they wouldn’t show up, maybe they’d stare at you waiting for conversation while you slowly dissolved into the floor. Your stomach twisted as the harrowing reality closed in around you—tomorrow you were going to translate the Krebs cycle and mitochondrial DNA to Jaeyun, with his pretty, sharp eyes, and Euijoo, with his pretty, flame-kissed hair. Tomorrow, your beautifully silent, anonymous world was going to crack wide open. You dropped backward onto your mattress with a groan, one arm covering your face.

There were going to be the longest months of your life.

_____________

“Tutoring.” 

“For the fifteenth fucking time—” Euijoo sighed, massaging his temple, “—yes. Tutoring. Biology. Final exam. Two months. Do you need me to draw a diagram?”

Nicholas stared at him like he’d just told him he was someone from an alien planet who’d travelled to earth to study humans. Beside him, Sunghoon chomped away at his jar of cheese balls.

“Why are you so interested anyway?” Jaeyun asked, not looking away from his game on the tv, “You usually don’t give a shit about either of us.” “Yes I do.” Nicholas said in a defensive tone, “I give a shit about you two more than anyone else. Right Hoon?” “I can neither confirm nor deny.” 

Nicholas threw a cushion at his head. The frat house was unusually calm for once. Music still hummed faintly somewhere upstairs, and people moved through the halls every few minutes, but the main lounge had settled into the lazy atmosphere that only existed after midnight.

Jaeyun sat cross-legged on the carpet in grey sweats and a black hoodie, controller in hand. Euijoo occupied the far end of the couch, long legs spread comfortably,  hair messy from showering. Both of them looked unfairly good for someone discussing biology tutoring at one in the morning. Nicholas, meanwhile, looked personally victimized.

“I still don’t understand how this happened,” he muttered. “You two failing biology feels very incorrect. You’re the only ones here who actually study.”

“Ew studying.” Sunghoon said, his silver hair gleaming in the soft light.

“We’re not failing,” Jaeyun defended.

“You got a thirty-two.”

Jaeyun paused. “…Okay but the class average was bad too.”

“The average was seventy-one.”

Sunghoon snorted into his cheese balls. Before Jaeyun could throw something at him, the front door opened, letting in a burst of cool night air and two more of their brothers.

“Heard the death sentence was finalized,” Fuma said, hanging his jacket by the door.

“It’s not a death sentence,” Jaeyun muttered, his car on screen crashing into a wall. He tossed the controller aside in defeat.

Jungwon blinked. “Still talking about tutoring?”

“Unfortunately,” Euijoo muttered.

“Oh, you guys got lucky.” Fuma dropped onto the armchair with a grin. 

Jaeyun looked over. “How?”

Jungwon pointed lazily toward them. “I talked to Professor Choi earlier this week.”

Euijoo frowned, the reddish-orange of his hair seeming to burn a little brighter under his suspicion. “Why were you talking to Professor Choi?”

“She likes me.”

“You literally helped her carry boxes one time.”

“And now we’re connected spiritually,” Jungwon said seriously.

Sunghoon made a thoughtful noise. “That’s beautiful.”

“Anyway,” Jungwon continued, “I told her to get you idiots the best tutor possible before finals destroyed your GPAs.”

Nicholas gasped softly. “You care.”

“I care about the frat reputation,” Jungwon corrected instantly. “If two of our members fail biology, people will think we’re stupid.”

“We are stupid,” Sunghoon said.

“That’s not the point.”

Fuma leaned back comfortably. “I know who your tutor is, actually.”

Euijoo lifted his head slightly. “You do?”

“Top of the class,” Fuma said simply. “Like ridiculously top of the class.”

“Great.” Jaeyun groaned immediately. “So they’re gonna hate us.”

“Nah.” Fuma said. “She’s just quiet.”

Silence. Actual, physical silence. It was like the entire world had just collapsed, the way all of them stared at Fuma. 

“…She?” Nicholas repeated slowly.

“It’s a she?” Sunghoon sat upright so fast the jar of cheese balls nearly flew off his stomach.

Fuma blinked at them. “Yes?” The room exploded.

“No one said it was a girl!” Nicholas yelled.

“Why would we assume that?!” Jaeyun shouted back.

“Because tutors are always men named Daniel!” Sunghoon argued passionately.

Euijoo rubbed his face tiredly while Nicholas looked personally betrayed. “You let me picture some forty-year-old economics major this entire time.”

“She’s not even an economics major,” Fuma said.

“That’s not the issue.”

“Wait.” Jaeyun stared at Fuma suspiciously now. “You know her personally?”

“Not really,” Fuma admitted. “We’ve talked a few times.”

Nicholas gasped dramatically. “Oh my god. Fuma has female acquaintances.”

“Please grow up.”

“Wait. Is she at least normal?” Jaeyun asked, head tilted like a curious pup. 

Fuma stared at him. “You’re asking if someone’s normal while Nicholas is currently wearing sunglasses indoors.”

Nicholas pointed at him. “Fashion never sleeps.”

Sunghoon grabbed another handful of cheese balls. “Important question though.”

Euijoo already looked tired. “What.”

“Is she pretty?”

Jaeyun groaned loudly. “Why does that matter?”

“Because,” Nicholas said as though explaining basic mathematics to children, “if I’m being forced into academic rehabilitation, I at least deserve visual motivation.”

“You’re not even being tutored,” Euijoo said.

“I’m emotionally involved.”

Fuma shrugged. “I mean…yeah.”

Immediately, Nicholas sat upright. “Yeah?” he repeated eagerly.

Fuma looked amused now. “Pretty. In a scary smart way.”

Jaeyun sighed deeply and leaned back against the couch behind him. Sunghoon winced, “Oh you guys are finished.”

“Fantastic.” Euijoo groaned into his hands.

“Don’t act miserable,” Jungwon said. “You’re the ones who ignored every warning sign before exams.”

“We were busy,” Jaeyun argued weakly.

“With what?” Sunghoon asked. Jaeyun opened his mouth. Then closed it again.

Nicholas pointed at Euijoo accusingly. “You better not flirt your way out of this.”

Euijoo looked offended. “I don’t do that.” All four of them stared at him. Jaeyun burst out laughing first.

“Bro,” Sunghoon said through laughter, “you once got an extension because Professor Lee said you looked exhausted.”

“I was exhausted.”

“You smiled at her once and she extended the deadline for the whole class,” Nicholas corrected.

Fuma, meanwhile, looked entertained. “Honestly? I can’t picture her tolerating either of you.”

“Great,” Jaeyun muttered. “Love that for us.”

“She’s really quiet,” Fuma continued. “But nice.”

Nicholas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Pretty and quiet.”

“Yes, Nicholas,” Jungwon sighed. “Women exist.”

“Do you think she’s mean pretty or cute pretty?” Sunghoon asked seriously.

“Can you freaks focus?” Jaeyun said.

“No, wait,” Nicholas interrupted. “This matters.”

“It absolutely does not.”

“It does,” Sunghoon insisted. “There’s a psychological difference.”

A moment later, both of their phones buzzed at the exact same time. Nicholas lunged forward instantly like a starving animal detecting food.

“Ohoho.”

Jaeyun narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”

Too late, Nicholas had already snatched Jaeyun’s phone from beside him while Sunghoon practically folded himself over the couch trying to read Euijoo’s screen upside down. Nicholas read aloud in the most robotic voice imaginable:

“Hello. This is regarding tomorrow’s biology tutoring session.”

Sunghoon lost it immediately, nearly choking on a cheese ball. “Oh my god,” he wheezed. “That’s terrifyingly formal.”

Nicholas continued dramatically. “Would 4:30 PM at the science library be suitable for both of you? Please let me know if adjustments are needed. Thank you.”

The room dissolved into laughter. Jaeyun dragged a hand down his face. “Why does it sound like an email from the government?”

Euijoo, despite himself, smiled a little. “It’s polite.”

Nicholas clutched his chest. “‘Please let me know if adjustments are needed.’ Euijoo, she thinks you pay taxes.”

Sunghoon wiped tears from his eyes. “You’re gonna show up tomorrow and get assigned homework and a retirement plan.”

Jaeyun grabbed his phone back with an exhausted sigh. “She already hates us.” He decided.

“I don’t think she hates you,” Fuma said.

“She texts like she’s the dean.” Nicholas argued. The phone buzzed again suddenly and Nicholas immediately lunged for it like a feral animal. “Oh my god there’s more.”

Euijoo held the phone out of reach effortlessly. “Get away from me.”

Jaeyun checked his own screen first and snorted. A follow-up message.

“Also, please bring any previous test papers if possible so I can identify which topics need the most attention.”

The room went silent again. Then Nicholas whispered, horrified, “She’s so organized what the fuck.”

Sunghoon looked genuinely afraid now. “You guys are meeting a real academic weapon tomorrow.”

Jaeyun dropped backward onto the carpet dramatically. “I’m calling in sick.”

“You can’t call in sick to tutoring,” Jungwon said.

“Watch me.”

Fuma laughed quietly while Euijoo typed out a reply. “4:30 works. We’ll be there. Thanks.” Short and simple. But he reread it twice before sending anyway. Nicholas noticed immediately.

“Oh?” he said slowly. “Why are you typing so carefully?”

Sunghoon clutched Nicholas’s arm with faux shock. “He wants the tutor to think he’s literate.”

Jaeyun pointed accusingly at Fuma from the floor. “This is your fault for telling them she’s pretty.”

“I said she seemed nice!”

“Same thing,” Nicholas argued.

Euijoo ignored them completely, tossing his phone beside him before standing. “I’m sleeping.”

“Same.” Jaeyun agreed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re gonna pass biology. Which is why we,” he said, emphasizing the word as he looked pointedly at Nicholas and Sunghoon, “are going to bed at a reasonable hour so we can actually focus tomorrow.” This announcement was met with exaggerated gasps and mock applause. 

“The &-En pillars, turning in before midnight? For studying?” Nicholas clutched his heart. “The world is ending.”

Jungwon made a dramatic gagging noise “We’re witnessing history here.”

Sunghoon pointed at them solemnly with a cheese ball between his fingers. “Good luck, scholars.” 

“Can’t wait to hear all about your future A pluses tomorrow.” Nicholas crowed. 

Euijoo flipped him off lazily as he headed toward the stairs, but despite the chaos behind him, his mind lingered strangely on tomorrow. Jaeyun was on the same thing, the stiff, painfully formal text not leaving his mind. It was like someone was trying very hard not to say the wrong thing and something about it felt strangely endearing. 

Till tomorrow it was.

__________

You were about to combust. You were about to die.

It was 4:31. One minute late, yeah of course they hated you. Why wouldn't they? You were the one who sent that grandma ass text to them last night so now they obviously thought you were some stuck up nerd who ate data reports for breakfast.

‘Would 4:30 PM at the science library study hall be suitable for both of you?’ Suitable for both of you—you sounded like someone’s divorced aunt scheduling a dentist appointment. Cool, this was so cool.

You sat tucked into the far corner of the science library, half-hidden behind a stack of biology textbooks you’d arranged in front of you like defensive barricades.You’d arrived twenty minutes early out of sheer panic and now you were spiraling. Your outfit situation certainly wasn’t exactly helping either.

Every decent shirt you owned had apparently decided to unionize overnight and sit in the washing machine damp and unusable, leaving you with exactly one option: a white button-up that dipped lower at the collar than you normally liked. One wrong move and you’d be in jail for flashing everybody. Which meant you’d spent the entire walk to the library awkwardly tugging at it every thirty seconds like a Victorian woman protecting her honour. 

Your thumb mindlessly scrolled through videos as you waited, desperate distraction after desperate distraction until you landed on some stupid clip of a raccoon stealing cat food while dramatic orchestra music played in the background. The raccoon knocked over the bowl and you snorted before you could stop yourself.

And immediately after, the universe decided it hated you as a laugh sounded behind you—warm and surprised and very close.

“Oh my god,” a voice said through barely contained laughter. “Is that a raccoon edit?”

Your soul left your body and you nearly launched your phone across the library. You whipped around so fast you nearly elbowed your water bottle off the table.

And there they were.

Tall—that was your first coherent thought—just offensively tall.

Jaeyun stood slightly behind Euijoo, black hair falling messily over his forehead, soft eyes crinkled from laughing. Even in something so simple—a navy hoodie with the sleeves pushed up and loose grey sweatpants—he looked so majestic, a sort of Adonis. 

And Euijoo—jesus fucking christ. The hair was somehow even worse in person, softer-looking under the library lights, messy in a way that looked accidental and intentional all at once. He wore a black zip-up over a white shirt, rings glinting faintly as he adjusted the strap of his bag. 

You were going to die here.

“I—” you stammered instantly, locking your phone screen so fast it nearly slipped from your hand. “It just came up on my feed, I wasn’t—”

Jaeyun lost it. “No, no,” he said quickly, holding his hands up. “I’m not judging you. The music made it ten times funnier.”

“It just autoplayed,” you said quickly, fumbling to lock your phone so aggressively you almost dropped it. “I wasn’t searching for raccoon content specifically.” There was a pause and Euijoo’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Specifically?” he repeated quietly. Heat rushed into your face so violently you considered throwing yourself through the nearest library window. 

You closed your eyes for one brief moment. “Okay,” you thought to yourself. “This is horrible.”

“You text exactly how I imagined.” Jaeyun was visibly delighted now. “The ‘please let me know if adjustments are needed’ almost made me stand up straighter.” 

Euijoo nodded beside him. “Very professional.”

“I don’t talk like that normally,” you defended instantly.

Jaeyun raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes,” you lied. Of course your antisocial dumbass always talked like that. 

Euijoo finally sat down across from you, movements easy and relaxed while you sat there like a frightened woodland creature. “I’m Euijoo,” he said gently.

You nodded too fast. “I know.” Silence, your eyes widened. “I mean—not like weird know,” you corrected immediately. “Not stalker-ish. Just like campus-knowledge know. Like everybody knows—not everybody, probably, statistically speaking that wouldn’t even make sense—”

Yeah the universe should have just killed you already.

Euijoo looked down for a second, hiding a smile. Jaeyun had physically bent forward laughing now. And somehow, impossibly, the panic in your chest loosened a little.

“I’m Jaeyun,” he offered kindly, like you weren’t actively self-destructing in front of them.

You nodded again. “I know that too.” Jaeyun stared at you. You stared back in horror. “Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, covering your face with one hand. “Can I restart this entire interaction?”

“No,” Jaeyun said immediately. “Absolutely not.” 

Euijoo leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you fumble with an expression that was far too entertained for someone who was supposed to be struggling biology students.

“This is the best first meeting I’ve ever had.” He added softly.

You peeked through your fingers suspiciously. “You’re making fun of me.”

“A little,” Jaeyun admitted.

“But affectionately,” Euijoo said.

Oh.

Oh ok where was your gun. 

You dropped your hand back onto the table and immediately knocked your pen onto the floor. The three of you watched it roll away in silence. You stared at it. Then stared ahead instead.

“I’m leaving it there,” you decided quietly.

Jaeyun laughed so hard he had to lean back in his chair. Euijoo shook his head, smiling properly now before leaning down to pick the pen up for you. Your heart nearly stopped from embarrassment when his fingers brushed yours lightly handing it back.

“Thank you,” you said far too formally.

“You’re welcome,” he replied with equal seriousness, “Now should we start before any more accidents happen?” “Yep.” Jaeyun replied enthusiastically, pulling out a genuinely massive folder from his bag, “You wanted all our tests right?” Universe, where was the damn gun.

The session itself started chaotically. Mostly because Jaeyun and Euijoo apparently shared one singular brain cell when placed together. At one point, Jaeyun confidently identified the mitochondria as “the thing that does vibes.” Euijoo had immediately buried his face in his hands while you stared at them in genuine disbelief.

“It’s the powerhouse of the cell,” you said weakly.

“Right,” Jaeyun nodded seriously. “That’s what I meant. Vibes.”

And somehow—somehow—it got easier after that. The tightness in your shoulders slowly disappeared the longer the session went on. The awkwardness never fully vanished—you still nearly choked on your water when Euijoo leaned closer to look at your notes once—but it became manageable. 

Jaeyun asked questions constantly, even if half of them sounded ridiculous at first. “So wait,” he’d said at one point, frowning at his worksheet, “if enzymes speed reactions up, why don’t they just keep going forever?” And instead of pretending to understand when he didn’t, he genuinely waited for your explanation, brows furrowed in concentration.

Euijoo was quieter. He absorbed things carefully, eyes flicking between your diagrams and textbook while he listened. Sometimes he’d go silent for a full minute before suddenly asking something terrifyingly specific that forced you to rethink how you explained the concept. You liked that a lot more than you expected.

And they were nice. God, they were annoyingly nice. Jaeyun apologized every single time he interrupted you, even accidentally. Euijoo kept sliding your highlighters back toward you whenever they rolled too far across the table because apparently your motor skills deteriorated under stress.

At one point, while you were explaining cellular respiration, you’d gotten too into it and started gesturing aggressively with your pen.

Jaeyun blinked at you. “You really like biology.”

You froze mid-sentence. “I mean,” you said awkwardly, “academically.”

Jaeyun laughed softly. “No, I mean it’s cool.”

Now why did your chest suddenly feel so tight? Probably because nobody usually called your interests cool.

Then, near the end of the session, something genuinely shocking happened. Jaeyun got a question right. Not partially right. Actually right. You’d stared at his paper for a full three seconds before looking up slowly.

“See?” Jaeyun immediately pointed at the answer triumphantly. “Academic weapon.”

Euijoo leaned over to look and blinked. “Wait, you actually got that?”

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because I know you.”

Jaeyun looked offended while you laughed before you could stop yourself. Both of them looked up immediately. And for one horrifying second, you realized that was probably the first time you’d laughed properly around them for the past three hours. 

Jaeyun grinned instantly like he’d won something.“You’re way less scary when you laugh.”

“I was scary?”

“You text like my mother.” Jaeyun reminded you.

Euijoo nodded solemnly beside him. “Very intimidating.”

.By the time the session ended, your notes were scattered everywhere, Jaeyun had somehow eaten two protein bars during a lesson on DNA replication, and Euijoo had finally understood something he’d been stuck on for weeks.

And weirdly—you’d had fun.

__________

Once you got back home, a realization hit you that made you genuinely sit down and think about life for a second.

That tutoring session had been….actually great?

You were back in the sanctuary of your dorm, the door locked firmly against the world. You’d dumped your bag, kicked off your shoes and were about to collapse into your usual post-social-interaction coma when it hit you, so foreign and unexpected that it made you genuinely stop and think about life for a second.

They hadn’t laughed at you meanly even once. Okay, they laughed at you constantly, but not cruelly—a particularly mind boggling difference. And they’d listened to you too, to your very quiet voice which was akin to the flap of a butterfly’s wing. Jaeyun had looked genuinely excited when he finally understood something. Euijoo had quietly thanked you after you re-explained transcription for the third time without sounding annoyed. Nobody had treated you like some awkward invisible thing sitting in the corner.

You sat down on the edge of your bed in complete silence, staring at your wall like you’d just uncovered a government conspiracy. Then you fell backward onto your mattress, staring at the ceiling. You’d expected arrogance, disinterest—frat boys who’d spend two hours scrolling through their phones while you suffered quietly beside them.

Instead they’d just been…..two guys who were genuinely disgusting at biology and genuinely grateful for the help. It was cool. It was, dare you think it, great. The feeling that settled in your chest was weird—a low, warm hum of something like accomplishment, mixed with a strange, lingering awareness of Jaeyun’s eager eyes and the careful way Euijoo had handed you your pen.  It was nice, suspiciously so and now you felt strange; like maybe these months weren't going to destroy you after all.

Shaking your head slightly to dispel the peculiar buzz, you decided the best course of action was a hard reset. A return to your most reliable, private comfort.

The cursor hovered over the familiar title. You’d bookmarked this one last week, a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers fic in your favourite fantasy fandom, renowned in the comments for its particularly… thorough eighth chapter. 

The tags were a delicious wall of text, you immediately spotted your favourites: size kink, bondage, degradation, a mating press and a full fucking nelson? Oh weren’t you in for a treat tonight. You skimmed them, a ritual as comforting as the first sip of tea. Your eyes caught on something and a faint, unrelated echo of Jaeyun’s voice—“For real? Oh, hell yeah!”—flitted through your mind before you firmly pushed it away. This was your time, your space.

You clicked open. The prose was immersive, pulling you instantly into a torch-lit chamber where the two protagonists, after chapters of biting dialogue and fraught glances, finally faced the precipice of their desire. The author was a master of the slow reveal, of the aching detail—the hesitant brush of a calloused knuckle against a jawline, the hitched breath that was more telling than any confession.

You read curled up on your bed, the dim glow of your laptop the only light. As the characters’ verbal sparring dissolved into breathless, urgent whispers, your own breathing began to subtly sync with the rhythm on the screen. A familiar, low thrum of heat started in your belly, a pleasant counterpoint to the weird buzz still lingering from the afternoon.

One hand scrolled slowly, absorbing every beautifully crafted sentence. The other drifted down, slipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear. Your touch was light at first, exploratory, mirroring the tentative explorations described in the text. 

The hero’s voice in your head, low and rough with praise—“You’re doing so well, just like that…”—coalesced with the memory of a different kind of approval, of two sets of eyes fixed on you with grateful focus.

You pushed the thought away, focusing on the fiction, on the safe, controlled fantasy. Your fingers moved with more purpose, circling in the slow, practised rhythm that you knew worked. Your back arched slightly off the mattress as a particularly vivid line of description—a bite against a collarbone, a whispered command—sent a sharp jolt through you.

The sensations built, a steady crescendo. The warm hum in your chest from earlier seemed to migrate, to fuse with the physical heat coiling tighter and tighter low in your body. The images from the story—tangled limbs, sweat-slicked skin, desperate pleas—flashed behind your closed eyelids. 

For a fleeting second, the fantasy blurred at the edges; the careful hands in the story weren’t entirely fictional, they were unexpectedly gentle, handing you a pen, and the voice murmuring praise was eager, relieved, saying you got one.

It was that confusing, illicit overlap—the real, strange warmth of the day colliding with the reliable, fabricated heat of the story—that finally tipped you over the edge. Your breath caught, a soft, stifled sound in the quiet room as the tension shattered into waves of release, leaving you trembling and spent against your pillows.

For a long moment, you just lay there in the aftermath, the blue light of the laptop screen casting everything in a cool, unreal glow. The peculiar buzz was gone, dissolved into a heavy, physical lassitude. The weird feeling of accomplishment was still there, but it was quieter now. 

You closed the browser tab with a soft click, the finality of the sound sealing the chapter on both the story and the day. The months stretched ahead, but the dread was now just shadows, and for now, the shadows felt manageable. You suddenly couldn't wait for the next session two days later.

Meanwhile on the other side of the campus—

“So…”

“So.”

“She’s hot.”

“Oh my god she’s so damn hot.” 

Jaeyun was lying on his back on his bed, one arm behind his head, staring at the constellation of glow-in-the-dark stars stuck haphazardly to his ceiling. Euijoo was perched on the edge of his own meticulously made bed, ostensibly examining a highlighter as if its chemical composition was the most fascinating thing in the world.

They were supposed to be reviewing the notes you’d helped them make. The pages were open on Jaeyun’s desk and Euijoo’s bed, covered in highlighted terms and doodles on the margins. Neither was looking at them.

Jaeyun turned his head on the pillow, his dark eyes finding Euijoo’s profile in the dim lamplight, whose shoulders slumped as if released from a wire. He dropped the highlighter.

“What the fuck are we even thinking about?” He breathed, his words fervent.

“How we find our tutor hot.” Jaeyun deadpanned. 

It was a floodgate opening. The careful focus, the respectful masks they’d worn for two hours in the library fell away completely, revealing the sheer, dizzying impact you’d had on them. Another silence followed, mostly because neither of them knew where to even begin. Because it wasn’t just one thing. It was everything all at once. Their minds (hive mentality perhaps) were fixated on the ravishing beauty of you. And the shirt.

Oh that damn shirt.

Cut so dangerously, both of them could see everything when you leaned forward, unaware of your own skin because you were so engrossed in biology. But neither of them was willing to admit how much heat had flushed between their legs at the sight of your cleavage. 

Jaeyun groaned into the mattress dramatically. “The glasses thing almost killed me.”

Euijoo looked over immediately. “Right?”

“Like why was she pushing them back up every thirty seconds?” Jaeyun sat up halfway, scandalized. “How am I supposed to focus on mitochondria during that?”

“The way she explains things,” Jaeyun continued, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling, seeing not stars but the intense, thoughtful furrow of your brow. “It’s like…..her voice just cuts through all the noise in my head about this stupid class. Kinda hot.”

“I know,” Euijoo agreed, running a hand through his hair, messing it. “And she has this…this tiny little frown she does.” He breathed, “I think I almost lost it.”

“And her hands,” Jaeyun said, almost to himself, “I’m going to be so weird about her hands.”

“Go ahead.” Euijoo laughed, then sighed, “Wow. We’re kind of the worst people to ever exist right now.”

“We are.” Jaeyun conceded, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Man what the hell would she think of us right now? She’s just so…” “Hot.” Euijoo finished for him, the word definitive. “Incredibly hot.”

“I was going to say innocent but yeah that too.” Jaeyun hummed.

Euijoo laughed under his breath. You did look so….soft. Warm eyes, nervous hands, pretty lips constantly pressing together after you spoke like you were mentally reviewing every sentence for errors. Euijoo leaned back in his chair smiling helplessly now while Jaeyun buried his face into a pillow.

“She looked so excited when we understood something,” Euijoo murmured.

“She looked at me like I’d solved world hunger when I got that answer right.”

“To be fair,” Euijoo said, “I was also shocked.” Jaeyun threw a pillow at him.

“But seriously,” Jaeyun continued, “she’s weirdly easy to be around.”

That was the strangest part. Usually people acted different around them. Too eager, too shy, too damn performative. But you were so fucking awkward that it circled back around to honesty. Every expression showed on your face immediately, every embarrassed thought practically announced itself out loud. And the funniest thing? You clearly had no idea how pretty you were.

Euijoo remembered the exact moment you laughed properly for the first time. How you’d immediately looked startled afterward, like the sound escaped accidentally. Jaeyun remembered the way you frowned at your notes while concentrating, lips moving silently as you reread things. Both of them remembered how softly you’d thanked Euijoo for picking your pen up.

Jaeyun turned his head toward Euijoo suddenly. “She definitely thinks we’re cooler than we are.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Jaeyun sighed dramatically. “This is bad.”

Euijoo raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because now I actually wanna go to tutoring.” A beat passed.

Then Euijoo admitted quietly, “…Yeah.”

They lapsed into silence again, but this one was charged, buzzing with shared, stunned realization. Jaeyun sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “We can’t be weird about this,” he said, his tone serious but his eyes still bright. “We cannot fuck this up by being…you know. Us. Around girls.”

“What are you talking about? We’re amazing around girls.” 

Jaeyun stared at him. Then burst out laughing. “No, we’re not.”

“Yes we are!”

“Euijoo, you accidentally flirt with baristas.”

“Yeah and you once thanked a girl for handing you a receipt and she turned red.”

“That sounds like her issue.”

“Exactly this.” Euijoo pointed accusingly at him. “You can’t do this cool boy shit with her.”

“You can’t do it with her either then!” Jaeyun said.

Euijoo leaned back in his chair looking deeply unbothered. “I’m naturally charming.”

“You’re naturally annoying.” Jaeyun ran a hand through his hair before dramatically breathing out and putting on the face of someone who hadn’t devoured two tubs of (Jungwon’s) ice cream an hour ago. “Okay. New rule.”

Euijoo already looked tired. “Why are you like this?”

“We act normal.” “We do act normal.”

“No flirting.”

Euijoo barked out a laugh. “You say that like we planned to flirt with her.”

“You smiled at her like three times.” “That’s literally normal human activity, Jaeyun.”

“You picked her pen up.” “It rolled near me, you freak?”

Jaeyun pointed at him triumphantly. “Ahh, getting defensive are we?”

Euijoo threw another pillow. This one hit him directly in the face.

“Okay,” Jaeyun mumbled through laughter, shoving the pillow away. “Fine. Maybe we’re both screwed. But—” He shrugged his shoulders, “We’re gonna be normal, good students. We’re gonna sit down and learn and pass this godforsaken final.”

“And we don’t stare,” Euijoo added, as if making a pact.

“Right. No staring. At her hands, or her mouth, or the way her hair falls—”

“Jaeyun.”

“Sorry.” He flopped back onto the bed with a groan, draping an arm over his eyes, “You really think we’ll be able to survive the next one?”

Euijoo didn’t have an answer. He just looked at the neat, precise handwriting on the notes you’d helped them create—your handwriting—and felt a confusing, thrilling surge of anticipation that had absolutely nothing to do with cellular respiration and everything to do with the quiet, brilliant girl who had, in two short hours, rewritten their entire expectations for the months ahead. Euijoo then realised just how high their libidos were. 

Yeah, they were absolutely fucked.

_______________

You were not a virgin by any means.

You’d had sex approximately one time in your life, a virginal sacrifice with your first, shitty boyfriend. 

The memory of your first and only time was less a memory and more a clinical footnote, a checklist of sensations: pressure, a little pain, a lot of awkward shifting, the smell of his cheap cologne, and a profound, echoing sense of ‘is this it?’ It was over quickly, and the only thing that had trembled was your resolve to ever do it again.

You hadn’t cum, not even close. You hadn't known you were supposed to, not really. The messy, overwhelming crescendos described in books and movies felt like mythical geography, a place you’d heard of but never visited. 

Even by yourself, with your own fingers, the journey often petered out into a gentle, sighing plateau—a soft orgasm that was more a relief of tension than a transformation of it. Pleasant, but faint, like hearing a symphony from another room five kilometres away.

That distance, that gap between what you read and what you felt, was precisely why you’d plunged into the world of fanfiction. 

The stories were a map to a territory you couldn’t seem to reach on your own. The authors didn’t just describe sex; they charted the emotional and physical crevices of pleasure—the winding paths of anticipation and the seismic shifts of release. You read them to understand, to feel it vicariously, to try and translate the words on the screen into a language your body could finally speak.

You’d always been able to recognize when someone was objectively attractive—you had eyes after all. But that recognition was a detached, aesthetic appreciation—like admiring a painting or a well-designed car.

It had never, not once, translated into a visceral, physical want. The idea of actually fucking someone from your real life had seemed vaguely abstract, and entirely separate from the specific hunger you cultivated with your curated stories.

Until today.

Until the fifth tutoring session. Because as always, the universe hated your very existence.

Somewhere between the first session and the fifth, things had shifted so naturally that you hadn’t even noticed it happening at first.

The formality disappeared in pieces. First went the painfully stiff texting—your original messages had looked like official university announcements. By the second session, Jaeyun had replied to one of your carefully structured texts with: coming rn don’t perish without us. And somehow after that, the entire dynamic cracked open.

Then went the awkward silences. Not completely—you were still you, unfortunately—but enough that tutoring no longer felt like performing a social experiment under observation.

Now Euijoo and Jaeyun just…..talked to you, which you couldn't even believe was humanly possible. They talked to you casually and constantly. 

Jaeyun, especially, had apparently decided that your concentration existed solely to be destroyed.

“You know,” he’d said during the third session while leaning dramatically across the table, “if mitochondria are powerhouses, does that technically make me an energy source?” You didn’t even look up from your notes.

“No,” you replied flatly. “You make everyone around you more tired actually.”

Jaeyun gasped like you’d stabbed him directly in the chest while Euijoo laughed quietly beside him.

And the worst part? You liked it.

You liked it so damn much it made your chest physically hurt.

Euijoo started sitting closer without realizing it, shoulder occasionally brushing yours when both of you leaned over the same worksheet. Jaeyun started stealing your pens constantly because apparently he lost every writing utensil he touched within seven minutes.

Both of them had developed this annoying habit of looking at you whenever something funny happened, like your reaction was somehow part of the experience now.

And outside tutoring sessions—

God.

That was where things became genuinely surreal.

The first time Jaeyun called your name across campus, you genuinely turned around expecting there to be another person behind you. Instead, you found him jogging down the library steps toward you with Euijoo beside him.

“Yo.” Jaeyun said breathlessly, like this was a completely normal way to address your tutor, “did you finish the bio review sheet?” You nearly walked into a pillar and Euijoo noticed instantly.

“She does that a lot around us,” he murmured thoughtfully.

“I hate both of you,” you replied automatically. But your face burned the entire walk afterward.

Then came the coffee. The horrifying, relationship-coded coffee. By the fourth session they’d started showing up with drinks already in hand, not even asking anymore. Jaeyun remembered your order after hearing it once and Euijoo started quietly sliding pastries toward you whenever your studying went too long and you forgot to eat.

“You look dead,” he’d said simply one afternoon while placing an iced coffee beside your laptop.

“That’s because I’m studying.”

“We never noticed.” Jaeyun drawled sarcastically. 

You stared at both of them suspiciously over the rim of your coffee. “You’re weirdly caring.”

Jaeyun blinked. “Were we supposed to let you deteriorate?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately. “That’s what most people do.” The way both their expressions softened afterward made something uncomfortable twist warmly in your chest.

And somehow, impossibly, people had started noticing. Because apparently being repeatedly seen around two of the most well-known boys on campus transformed you from ‘that quiet girl from Biology 212’ into a subject of active campus curiosity. You started catching looks, whispers, double takes. The first time it happened, you nearly had a nervous breakdown.

You’d been sitting on the edge of the basketball court one afternoon trying desperately to finish a lab report while Jaeyun and Euijoo played with some of the others from the frat. 

You weren’t even supposed to be there. Jaeyun had somehow convinced you by saying: “Just sit there and work. Your academic aura might help us.”

Which was stupid and yet you came anyway, because you were a dumbass.  You sat cross-legged on the bleachers with your laptop while the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court echoed around you.

At first you genuinely managed to focus.

Then Jaeyun yelled:

“THIS SHOT’S FOR YOU, MY TUTOR.”

The entire court erupted immediately. You looked up in horror just in time to watch him completely miss.

Nicholas collapsed onto the floor laughing and Sunghoon screamed so loudly someone from the next court turned around.

Jaeyun pointed accusingly at the hoop. “She distracted me!”

Euijoo grabbed the ball next, grinning toward you lazily.

“This one’s for her then.”

“You are not helping—”

Swish.

The ball went clean through the net. The entire gym exploded. You physically covered your face with your hands while Jaeyun shouted betrayal at the top of his lungs.

After that, it only got worse. Now people knew you. Or at least knew of you.

You earned the following monikers:

“The bio tutor.”

“The girl Euijoo keeps looking for.”

“The one Jaeyun annoys constantly.”

It should’ve made you uncomfortable and maybe it did a little. But every time one of them spotted you across campus and their entire face brightened in recognition before they waved you over like it was the most natural thing in the world, you somehow forgot to care.

And then came the damned fifth session. 

You were in the zone, explaining the intricacies of protein synthesis, when Jaeyun had gotten a question spectacularly right, a complex one about tRNA anticodons.

“Holy shit, I did it!” he burst out, a grin splitting his face. He turned that brilliant, triumphant smile directly on you. “You’re a genius, honey. An absolute genius.”

Honey.

The pet name landed like a spark on dry tinder. It was casual, warm, dripping with unthinking affection and your pencil stilled on the page.

Not even thirty seconds later, Euijoo, who was quietly connecting another dot, looked up from his notebook, his hair falling into his eyes. “So if I follow this….it’s like an assembly line, and the ribosome is the foreman reading the blueprint?” At your nod, a look of profound satisfaction had settled on his face. “Huh….you make it make sense, doll.”

Doll.

Two pet names in under a minute. 

Honey. Doll.

Your calm shell developed a hairline fracture and a slow heat began to pool in your stomach. You finished that session on autopilot, your mind replaying the words in their voices.

And now, you were back in your dorm and the heat felt like a wire about to bust. You could feel the hunger at the bottom of your throat, screaming at you to satiate it. 

You didn’t even wait to change out of your clothes, your mind fixed on wanting those calloused hands that fumbled highlighters to be steady on your naked skin.

You wanted to know if Euijoo’s focused intensity in solving a problem would translate to the focused intensity of his gaze on your body. You wanted to hear Jaeyun’s saccharine sweet voice groan against your neck for a reason that had nothing to do with biology.

You opened your laptop, bypassing your usual bookmarks. You navigated to a story you’d saved but never dared to read: a lengthy, explicit fic. 

Un, deux, trois. 

Perfection.

You clicked on it, the threesome tag seemed to wink at you.

As the story unfolded—two devoted knights finally claiming their wary, brilliant queen—you didn’t see fictional characters in a fantasy castle. 

You saw a library study carrel pushed against a wall. You saw Jaeyun’s broad shoulders blocking out the lights, his eager mouth finding yours. You felt Euijoo’s careful hands, the ones that took such neat notes, mapping your ribs with a scholar’s attention to detail.

In the story, one lover whispered praises while the other drove the heroine to the edge. 

In your mind, it was Jaeyun’s voice, hot in your ear, “You’re so smart, honey, so perfect for us,” while Euijoo’s steady, relentless touch between your legs unraveled every coherent thought you’d ever had all while he was moaning, “Such a good doll for us, yeah?”

You chased the feeling, the image of the two of them—their contrasting hair, their gentle focus now turned devouring—so vivid behind your eyelids. The soft, sighing plateau you were used to wasn’t the destination tonight. 

You were climbing that staircase to heaven, the coil of heat tightening beyond its usual limits, spurred on by the illicit, perfect fantasy of them.

Your breath hitched, your back arching off the bed. The release, when it crashed over you, was not a faint echo from another room. It was a symphony played right in the heart of you, loud, shuddering, and utterly transformative. For the first time, your body understood the map perfectly. 

And it had two very specific, very real guides to thank for the journey.

Oh well.

Wasn't this so fucking great for you?

__________

They say ladies and gentlemen, that necessity is the mother of invention. In this situation, the necessity was your pussy yelling to be touched…….to the thought of both of them.

The aftershocks of that first, real orgasm left you feeling like a new person inhabiting an old skin. The world had shifted on its axis, and the new gravitational pull had two names: Jaeyun and Euijoo.

By the ninth tutoring session, your situation had officially evolved from “minor academic inconvenience” into “active psychological horny warfare.”

Because apparently both of them had decided pet names were part of your curriculum now.

Every “honey, can you explain that again?” from Jaeyun was a bolt of heat straight to your core. Every low, thoughtful “doll, I think I’ve got it now,” from Euijoo made your breath catch. 

“Honey, pass me the worksheet.”

“Doll, you skipped question four.”

“Sweetheart, if I fail this exam I’m blaming you personally.”

You were going to pass away. At first you’d genuinely thought they were doing it accidentally but then Jaeyun called you “pretty tutor” after getting an answer right and winked when you nearly inhaled your own spit. So no.

Definitely intentional. 

Which was exactly why your dignity had deteriorated enough for you to do something deeply embarrassing one night at two in the morning.

You copied the entire text of that life-altering fantasy threesome fic into a blank Google Doc. Then, with a feverish, shameless focus, you used ‘Find and Replace.’ The fictional knight with the eager heart became Jaeyun and the one with the careful hands became Euijoo. And of course you even rewrote some parts on your own with details that reminded you of them. Then you immediately hide the document inside three different folders.

It was a raw, unvarnished act of carnal need—nothing else was fucking satisfying you anymore. 

The document became your secret altar, a place where their imagined voices—“That’s it, honey, take it,” and “So perfect for us, doll, so good”—could play out in explicit detail against the stark white page. You returned to it often, each visit a temporary balm that only deepened the ache.

You’d told yourself it was harmless. But even you knew it wasn’t.

The present session was another exercise in sustained composure. You were all reviewing for the upcoming midterm, a thick cloud of shared academic stress mingling with your own, far more potent, personal tension.

You’d joked around in the beginning, a rare comedy moment from you, that you’d made report cards for the both of them before the exam, just for motivation. They’d tried to sneak a peek at your laptop and you immediately pulled it away.

But now, nature was calling, so you sighed and closed your textbook with a decisive thump that made them both look up

“I’m trusting you both alone for five minutes,” you warned, pushing yourself off your chair. You pointed at both of them threateningly. “And don’t touch my laptop.”

Euijoo raised both hands innocently. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As you walked towards the library restrooms, the echo of your words felt hollow. Your laptop sat open on the table, your Google Drive a single careless click away.

The second you disappeared around the corner, Jaeyun leaned back in his chair dramatically. “She still doesn’t trust us.”

“To be fair,” Euijoo said calmly, “you do act like a raccoon with Wi-Fi.”

“I trusted you.” Jaeyun gasped.

But despite the joking, neither of them actually touched your things at first. Jaeyun flipped through his own notes while Euijoo absentmindedly reread one of your annotated diagrams. Then Jaeyun noticed the document tab still open behind your biology slides. His eyes narrowed.

“…What’s that?”

Euijoo glanced over lazily. “Probably notes.”

“Maybe it's the report cards.” Jaeyun snorted. 

“Report cards.” Euijoo snorted, shaking his head. 

But his eyes drifted to your laptop. Jaeyun followed his gaze. The unspoken thought passed between them, a current of shared, guilty curiosity. 

“Just… a quick look?” Jaeyun whispered, his finger already hovering over the touchpad. “To see if she actually made us report cards?”

Euijoo didn’t say no. He just leaned in, his heart hammering a strange rhythm against his ribs and Jaeyun clicked before common sense could stop him.

And both of them froze instantly.

Complete silence.

Jaeyun blinked once. Then twice. Euijoo leaned forward slowly, eyes widening the further he read.

The document that filled the screen had no title. But the first line stole the air from the room.

‘Jaeyun’s mouth was hot and demanding on yours, while Euijoo’s clever fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your—’

A jolt, white-hot and seismic, went through both of them. Jaeyun’s hand jerked back from the laptop as if burnt and Euijoo’s breath left him in a silent rush.

For a second, there was only the hum of the library and the deafening roar of blood in their ears. Horror—at being caught—flared for a single, blinding moment. But it was instantly, overwhelmingly, drowned out by a surge of pure, undiluted relief so powerful it was dizzying.

You thought about this. About them. Like this.

They scanned the text, their eyes flying over phrases, seeing their own names woven into acts of breathtaking intimacy—praise, possession, shared focus. It was their fantasy, the one they’d only whispered about in their room, written out in your unmistakable prose.

“Oh my god,” Jaeyun breathed, his voice ragged.

Euijoo couldn’t speak. He was re-reading a line where he was described as ‘methodical, worshipful, leaving no inch of skin uncharted.’ His face was on fire.

“No way,” he whispered, dragging a hand over his face slowly, stunned disbelief melting into something dangerously close to delight. “You’re kidding.”

Jaeyun let out a quiet laugh of pure disbelief and leaned back in his chair. “Oh my god.”

The sound of footsteps approaching made both of them sit up immediately. Jaeyun clicked back to the biology slides at lightning speed while Euijoo tried very hard to look normal—which failed instantly because both of them looked visibly brighter when you sat back down.

You paused immediately. “…Why do you both look guilty?”

“Crazy accusation.” Jaeyun said quickly. Euijoo picked up a pen before he laughed accidentally.

Your eyes narrowed. “Oh my god. What did you do?”

“Nothing,” both of them answered far too fast. You stared harder.

Jaeyun cracked first. “There’s a party tonight.”

“What.”

“At the frat house,” he continued casually. “You should come.”

You blinked.

“No.”

“Why not?” Euijoo asked, quieter.

“Because I enjoy surviving social situations.”

Jaeyun leaned across the table dramatically. “We’ll stay with you the whole time.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“It should be.”

You looked between both of them suspiciously. Something definitely felt off. But there was also something strangely warm about the way they looked at you now.

Every shred of self-preservation you’d ever cultivated screamed at you to say no. Frat party? With them? It was a spectacularly bad idea, a one-way ticket to a social and emotional disaster.

Then Jaeyun hit you with the look. 

His dark eyes went wide and pleading, his bottom lip jutting out just a fraction. It was a full-force, hopeful puppy-dog stare, completely at odds with the sinful things he’d just read about himself.

Beside him, Euijoo didn’t say a word. He just watched you, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, as if he could see the exact moment your resolve would crumble.

It crumbled instantly.

“…For like one hour,” you muttered. 

Jaeyun actually cheered, a soft, triumphant “Yes!” that he immediately tried to smother, looking around the library with a guilty grin. Euijoo ducked his head, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, strands of his hair falling forward to hide his face.

“Why am I getting the feeling my life’s about to get really complicated?” You chuckled weakly. 

They both laughed then, a shared, relieved sound that eased the last of the tension. It was a laugh that said, ‘Yeah, it is, and we’re in it together.’

“I should… probably head out early,” you said, gesturing vaguely towards seemingly nothing. “To, uh, get ready, for my one-hour sentence.”

Euijoo watched you for a second before asking quietly, “What are you gonna wear?”

“Oh my god, good question.” Jaeyun immediately looked delighted.

You stared at both of them in betrayal. “Why are you acting like this is the Met Gala?”

“Because this is important,” Jaeyun replied seriously.

“It’s literally a frat party”

“So you’re saying you don’t respect our respectable establishment.” Jaeyun pouted up at you. Stupid pretty pink lips.

“I hate when you say things with confidence because it makes me nervous.” You groaned.

Jaeyun laughed while Euijoo leaned back in his chair, still looking strangely pleased just from the fact you’d agreed at all. You slung your bag over your shoulder and stood.

“Okay. One hour,” you warned again. “And if either of you abandon me there, I’m transferring universities.”

“We’ll text you the address.” Jaeyun said, his voice still bright with victory.

“Don’t be late.” Euijoo added, the quiet command in his tone sending a fresh shiver down your spine.

You disappeared around the corner before either of them could answer. The second you were fully out of sight, silence dropped over the table again.

Jaeyun slowly leaned back in his chair and Euijoo exhaled through his nose, dragging both hands over his face briefly. Jaeyun looked over immediately.

“So.”

Euijoo already knew where this was going. “Don’t.”

“She likes us.”

Euijoo stared at the ceiling like he was seeking divine patience.

Jaeyun grinned helplessly. “No, because actually think about this. She wrote about us.”

“Jaeyun.”

“She thought about us enough to write things down.”

“I’m aware,” Euijoo muttered, ears burning all over again. Because unfortunately, he was very aware. Jaeyun drummed his fingers against the table thoughtfully before glancing sideways at him.

“You know why I invited her, right?” He said, biting his lip, an annoyingly attractive habit he had.

Euijoo lowered his hands slowly. “Because you have no survival instincts?”

“That too.”

Jaeyun’s grin turned slightly nervous underneath the humor now.

“But also because…” He hesitated once. “Maybe tonight gives us a chance to actually talk about it.” Euijoo went quiet.

Talk about it.

Oh.

Euijoo would have been lying if he said he wasn’t going to combust if he didn’t do all the things he’d read in the document to you in real life. 

Jaeyun sighed dramatically, though his smile lingered. “If we don’t talk about it,” he muttered, “I’m gonna keep thinking about it until I fail biology again.”

Euijoo laughed quietly at that, though his own heart was beginning to race. Then after a second, he quietly admitted, 

“…Yeah. Me too.”

___________

Your dorm looked like a small-scale crime scene.

Clothes covered half the floor. Makeup products sat scattered across your desk like evidence. Three separate outfits had already been rejected and thrown violently onto your bed over the course of forty-five minutes. You stared at yourself in the mirror with narrowed eyes.

This was stupid.

You were acting stupid.

It was just a party.

Not even a date, definitely not a date. Just one hour at a frat house with two boys you unfortunately found devastatingly attractive.

Cool.

So normal.

Your gaze drifted back toward the black dress hanging from your closet door which you had been trying hard to ignore. You’d bought it months ago during one of those dangerous online shopping spirals that happened at two in the morning when your brain convinced you that yes, actually, you were the type of person who attended rooftop parties and drank sparkling cocktails while looking mysterious.

Reality had proven otherwise and so the dress remained untouched ever since. Until now.

You grabbed it cautiously. It was short, scandalously short, short enough that your legs were on full display and your ass was perfectly framed and your chest was accentuated. The fabric hugged you more than your usual clothes did, soft black material dipping slightly at the neckline while the hem stopped mid-thigh. You stared at your reflection in silence. You looked pretty. Which was honestly a little alarming. Why the fuck were you putting in this much effort for some dumb party you wouldn’t have even heard of two months ago?

A knock sounded at your door before you could spiral further.

“You alive in there?” your friend Yujin called.

“Debatable.”

Yujin pushed the door open anyway and immediately froze. Then her jaw dropped. “Oh, you bitch.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been hiding all that under cardigans?” she demanded dramatically, stepping fully inside. “That is criminal behavior.”

Heat rushed into your face instantly. “It’s too much, isn’t it?”

“Too much?” Yujin repeated like she was personally offended. “You look hot!”

You glanced at yourself again uncertainly. The dress really did look good, which unfortunately made you even more nervous. Because they were going to see you in it. Your stomach flipped violently.

You groaned into your hands. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Because they’re hot and nice to you.” Yujin replied instantly, fixing one of your earrings for you.

Yujin had been one of your only real friends since first year—mostly because she’d adopted you against your will after catching you eating dry cereal alone outside a lecture hall once. And she knew you all too well.

You grabbed your small bag while trying very hard not to think about how Jaeyun would probably whistle obnoxiously the second he saw you. Or how Euijoo would look at you quietly for one dangerous second too long.

Your heart was already beating too fast. This was a disaster.

The frat house was visible from halfway down the street. Music pulsed through the night air loud enough that you could feel the bass before you even reached the front lawn. Groups of students crowded outside laughing loudly beneath strings of warm lights wrapped around the porch railings.

You stopped walking. Yujin kept going for three steps before realizing.

“Oh no,” she sighed, turning back toward you. “Don’t do this.”

“I can still leave.”

“You absolutely cannot.”

“I suddenly remembered I love staying home.”

Yujin grabbed your wrist before you could retreat. “You survived tutoring sessions with two campus heartthrobs,” she informed you firmly. “You can survive one frat party.”

People moved around you constantly as you approached the house, music and laughter spilling from open windows while colored lights flashed faintly inside.

Your nerves worsened with every step. Then the front door opened and you were about to evaporate into thin air. 

But instead of Jaeyun or Euijoo, Fuma appeared in the doorway first. He blinked once when he saw you. Then slowly grinned. 

“Well damn.”

You immediately wanted to disappear. “Please don’t start.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“You implied it with your face.” He chuckled, “Never thought you’d actually come.”

Yujin snorted beside you while Fuma stepped aside to let both of you in, music immediately swallowing the conversation the second you crossed the threshold.

The frat house was warm and loud and overwhelming in the exact way you’d feared. Lights flashed dimly across crowded rooms while people moved everywhere at once, laughter rising over music, conversations overlapping into noise. Someone nearly ran into you carrying chips before apologizing and disappearing upstairs again. You instinctively moved closer to Yujin. Fuma noticed immediately.

“You’ll survive,” He laughed quietly before guiding you through the hallway. People looked over as you passed and somehow that made you even more aware of the tight fabric clinging to your skin.

“Where are they?” you asked, trying to sound casual and failing spectacularly.

Fuma’s grin widened knowingly. “In the kitchen.”

You barely had two seconds to mentally prepare before Fuma led you around the corner and there they were.

Oh, this was just fucking unfair.

Fuck you universe. 

Jaeyun sat on the kitchen counter laughing at something Nicholas was saying, sleeves rolled up over his forearms, dark hair messy like someone had run their hands through it repeatedly. A silver chain rested against the collar of his black shirt and—

Right.

You need to be breathing.

Very important for life.

Beside him, Euijoo leaned against the counter with a drink in one hand, hair pushed back slightly from his forehead. He wore a dark grey shirt that fit annoyingly well beneath an open black jacket.

What you would have given to be fucked stupid on that stupid counter with their stupid fingers. 

Stupid stupid hot boys.

Both of them looked up at the exact same time. The conversation around the kitchen kept going normally, but the second their eyes landed on you, something shifted.

Jaeyun straightened slowly. Euijoo’s gaze moved over you once before returning to your face. A chill ran down your spine instantly. You suddenly became hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin.

Jaeyun recovered first. “Holy shit, am I in heaven?”

“You look beautiful.” Euijoo said quietly over the noise before Jaeyun could speak again.

Your heart betrayed you so violently you almost considered going to church and confessing your sins. But then again you probably would have imagined them fucking you in that tiny little booth so you steered away from the idea. 

Nicholas whipped around so fast he nearly dropped his drink. “Oh my god,” he gasped dramatically. “Academic weapon spotted.”

Sunghoon looked up from where he’d been stealing fries directly off Jungwon’s plate and actually paused mid-bite. “Wait,” he said slowly. “Fuma undersold this situation severely.” You opened your mouth to respond and nothing came out.

Jaeyun’s grin widened immediately. “There she goes.”

“I’m—” you started, then stopped. Because unfortunately your brain had ceased functioning the second both of them looked at you like that.

“Thank you.” You managed finally, voice weirdly high. “I almost didn’t wear this.”

Jaeyun blinked. “Why?”

You gestured vaguely at yourself like that explained everything. “This is…a lot of skin.” You immediately looked down at the floor. “This is why I wear cardigans,” you muttered.

Jaeyun laughed softly. “No, seriously,” he said, still looking at you with that same dangerously warm expression, “you look really pretty.”

You physically short-circuited.

“Okay,” you said quickly, pointing at him. “You can’t just say things like that immediately after I arrive.”

“Why not?”

“Because—” You said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world, “I need adjustment time.”

Nicholas burst out laughing. “Adjustment time?” he repeated.

“Yeah.” You defended instantly, “Not everyone’s a social butterfly like you guys.”

Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully. “Honestly valid.”

Euijoo smiled beside you now, placing a protective hand on the small of your back, “I think we’re gonna get a drink before she faints.”

“Excuse me—”

“Great idea!” Jaeyun hopped off the counter, “I’ll come with.”

Getting a drink was number infinity on the list of tasks that required three persons. But hey, who were you to complain? Some sort of pure angel who didn’t thirst over the two boys she tutored? 

"Come on." Jaeyun chirped, already weaving through the crowd. "The good stuff's out back, quieter there."

Quieter was an understatement. 

He led you through a chaotic kitchen, out a creaking screen door, and into a small, enclosed back porch. It was shrouded in shadows, lit only by a single, buzzing yellow bug light. A large, dented cooler sat against one wall, filled with ice and bottles. The roar of the party was muffled here, reduced to a dull thump. It felt secluded, dare you say intimate.

“See? Much better." Jaeyun said, rummaging in the cooler. "What's your poison, honey?"

You asked for something simple, so that you could hold onto it like a lifeline. As he fished out a hard seltzer and cracked it open, Euijoo leaned against the doorframe, blocking the most obvious exit back to the house. 

Handsome motherfucker.

"So," Jaeyun began, handing you the cold can. His tone was light and conversational. "The tutoring's really helping. I think we might not totally bomb the midterm."

"It's all you guys," you said, taking a small sip. "You're doing the work."

"We have a good teacher," Euijoo said from his post. His voice was quiet, but it carried perfectly in the hushed space. "Very…..thorough."

There was a beat of silence, filled only by the distant bass. The air, which had been cool, suddenly felt thick and warm like being covered in sticky honey.

Jaeyun took a swig from his own beer. "Thorough is a good word for it." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Like that document you were working on. That was incredibly thorough.”

The can in your hand felt like a block of ice. 

The document.

Oh.

Euijoo pushed off the doorframe. He didn't move aggressively, but with a slow, deliberate intent that made your breath catch. He walked towards you, his steps quiet on the wooden planks, until he was standing right in front of you. 

Then he lifted an arm, placing his hand flat on the wall just beside your head, leaning in slightly. He wasn't touching you, but he’d effectively caged you in, his body blocking one side, the rough wall of the house at your back.

Jaeyun didn't move from his spot by the cooler, but his watchful gaze was just as potent. He took another slow drink, his eyes never leaving your face.

"No more running, doll," Euijoo said, his voice a low, intimate rumble. The stupid, stupid pet name, here and now, was a weapon, said in that deep and husky voice of his. "We saw our names on it.”

"All of it." Jaeyun added softly.

"So we need you to be truthful with us, doll." Euijoo continued, his free hand coming up to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Was that just a fantasy? Or do you want it to be reality?”

You could lie. You could try to laugh it off. But under the weight of their combined focus—Euijoo's searching gaze and Jaeyun's patient silence—all your defenses shattered. The truth was a living thing in your chest, pounding to get out.

You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. "I do.” “What was that, doll?” Euijoo said, tightening his grip on your chin, “Speak up, pretty girl.”

“I—” You said, drawing in a shuddering breath, “I want it to be real.” 

The words seemed to change the very atmosphere. Euijoo's eyes flared, a hot, satisfied gleam in the dim light. Jaeyun let out a slow, controlled breath, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Aww, honey. You like us that much?" Jaeyun pressed, needing the final confirmation. You nodded, unable to form more words.

For a long moment, no one moved. Your confession hung in the air like a paper lantern, transforming into a new reality that they were enjoying far too much. 

Then, Euijoo’s thumb brushed once, softly, against your jawline before he dropped his hand. He straightened up, removing his arm from the wall, breaking the cage. The sudden lack of his proximity felt like a winter chill.

Jaeyun stepped forward then. He didn't touch you, he simply took your limp hand and wrapped your fingers more securely around the cold can of seltzer you'd almost forgotten you were holding.

"Good," Jaeyun said, his voice strangely gentle. "That's all we wanted to know."

Euijoo gave you one last, unreadable look—a mix of that blazing heat and something softer, almost approving. "Enjoy the party, pretty girl.” 

And then, just like that, they turned and walked back through the screen door into the roar of the house, leaving you alone on the quiet, shadowed porch, clutching your drink with trembling hands, your entire world having just been thrillingly upended.

What the actual fuck had just happened?

And why the fuck were your panties so drenched? ________________

Whilst agreeing to come to the party, you had forgotten one very important detail.

You were the world’s most antisocial person who detested crowds with every fibre of her being. 

Pushing back into the house had been like diving into a wall of sound and heat. The earlier introductions felt like a distant dream. Now, every shouted conversation, every burst of laughter, every accidental brush against you in the crowded hallway felt like a violation, the bass from the speakers an assault on your sternum.

Anxiety, a cold, slithering thing, began to coil in your stomach, tightening around the lingering heat. You scanned the pulsing mass of bodies for a familiar face—specifically, Yujin. You finally spotted her near the kitchen island, but any hope of rescue died instantly. She was draped over Nicholas’s shoulders, laughing uproariously at something he was shouting, a red plastic cup held aloft in a toast. She was in her element, completely and utterly off-duty as your safety net.

A wave of pure, claustrophobic panic crested over you. You couldn’t breathe. You needed out. Now.

Your feet moved before your brain fully caught up, carrying you on a desperate search through the shifting crowd. You found them—of course—in a slightly quieter corner of the living room, holding court with a small group. Euijoo was leaning against a bookshelf, listening to something Sunghoon was saying with a faint smile. Jaeyun was animatedly telling a story, his hands flying.

You didn’t have the capacity for social grace. You walked right up to them, interrupting the flow. Jaeyun’s story trailed off. You knew you probably looked wild-eyed and pale, a deer caught in a wolf pack’s den.

“I need to go home,” you blurted out, your voice strained over the music. “Now. Can one of you…?” You glanced desperately between Euijoo and Jaeyun, unable to finish the sentence. Take me? Save me?

The easy smiles faded from their faces. Euijoo straightened up, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your tense posture and your white-knuckled grip on your bag. Jaeyun’s expression shifted from surprise to immediate concern.

“Where’s Yujin?” Jaeyun asked, his voice cutting through the noise.

You just gestured vaguely, miserably, towards the kitchen. “With Nicholas. She’s…..busy.”

Euijoo didn’t ask another question. He simply nodded, a decisive dip of his chin. “I’ll get my keys.” He pushed off the bookshelf.

“I’m coming.” Jaeyun said instantly, already falling into step beside him. He shot an apologetic look at their friends.

Yet another task that did not require three people. Especially when the panties of one of the person’s was wetter than water itself.

Minutes later, you were sliding into the backseat of Euijoo’s clean sedan, Jaeyun got in the passenger side. The moment the doors closed, the cacophony of the party was severed, replaced by an absolute, crushing silence.

The engine purred to life. Euijoo navigated out of the packed street, his eyes fixed on the road. Jaeyun stared out the passenger window. No one spoke.

The silence in the car was thick with everything that had been said and everything that hadn’t. It was louder than the party had been. You sat in the back, curled slightly into the door, watching the streaks of streetlights pass over their profiles—Euijoo’s focused stillness, Jaeyun’s uncharacteristic quiet. The only sounds were the soft hum of the engine and the turn signal’s steady, mocking click.

Enjoy the party, he’d said. You were definitely not enjoying the car ride.

The silence stretched through every turn, every stoplight, a suffocating blanket over the three of you. By the time Euijoo pulled into a visitor spot near your dorm, the tension had coiled so tight you felt you might snap. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt, a mumbled "Thanks for the ride" already forming on your lips.

"Which floor?" Euijoo's voice cut through the quiet, calm and matter-of-fact. He was already turning off the engine.

"Oh, you don't have to—I can get up on my own," you stammered, the idea of them escorting you amplifying your anxiety tenfold.

"It's late." Jaeyun said, his tone leaving no room for argument as he popped his door open. The finality in his voice brooked no protest.

The walk across the dimly lit quad was just as silent as the car ride, their footsteps a synchronized echo behind you. The main lobby was deserted, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. You jabbed the elevator button, wishing for the stairs but knowing your heels—chosen in a moment of foolish, fantasy-inspired bravery—made that impossible.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. The three of you stepped into the mirrored box, and the close quarters made the silence even more profound. As the doors closed, sealing you in, your awareness of your own body became acute, screamingly so. 

Your little black dress, which had felt so daring and powerful when you'd put it on, now felt like a trap. The hem was so short, the neckline plunged so deep. In the mirrored walls, you could see everything—the expanse of your thighs, the shadowed curve of your cleavage. And you could see them. You didn't dare look directly, but in the reflection, you caught it. 

Jaeyun's gaze, usually so open and bright, was dark and fixed—not on your face, but tracing a slow, deliberate path down your reflected form. Euijoo stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes in the mirror were like lasers, burning with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He was staring right at the deep V of your neckline, his expression unreadable but utterly focused. They weren't even trying to hide it. The acknowledgment of your fantasy had stripped away all pretense.

You stared rigidly at the ascending floor numbers, your face flaming, your earlier dampness returning with a vengeance. The elevator seemed to crawl.

Finally, with another merciful ding, the doors opened on your floor. You practically bolted out, the click of your heels on the linoleum too loud in the empty hallway. You led the way to your door, fumbling with your keys, painfully aware of the two presences looming behind you.

You got the door open and stepped across the threshold into the familiar, safe darkness of your dorm. You turned, a hurried "Okay, well, thanks again, goodnigh—" already tumbling out.

But before you could swing the door shut, a hand shot out. Jaeyun’s fingers curled around the edge of the door, not forcefully, but with an undeniable firmness that stopped its motion completely. You looked up, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Euijoo took a single, slow step forward, crossing the threshold to stand just inside your doorway, crowding your personal space. He looked down at you, a faint, cocky smirk playing on his lips—the same smirk you’d imagined a hundred times in your writing. His voice was a low, teasing rumble that vibrated in the small space between you.

“What, doll?” he asked, his eyes glinting with challenge and promise. “Aren’t you going to invite us in?”

The air in your doorway vanished, replaced by the heat of their presence. They were inside your space, their taller frames casting shadows over you in the dim light from the hallway.

You stumbled back a step, your heels catching on the rug, and they followed, a synchronized unit. Jaeyun released the door, letting it swing shut behind them with a soft, final click. The sound sealed you in with them. The familiar safety of your dorm was instantly transformed into an electrically charged arena.

You were backed against the edge of your desk, with nowhere else to go. Euijoo didn’t touch you, but he stood close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Jaeyun leaned against the closed door, his arms crossed, watching with a lazy, predatory interest.

“You’re shaking.” Jaeyun observed, his voice soft but clear in the quiet room. 

“It’s cold,” you lied, your voice a thin thread.

Euijoo’s smirk deepened. He reached out, not to grab you, but to gently take a strand of your hair between his fingers, rubbing the silky texture. 

“Liar.” He murmured, his tone conversational, almost casual. “Pretty little liar. Thinking about things you shouldn’t be thinking about with the guys you tutor standing right here.”

His words, so blunt, so filthy in their simplicity, sent a jolt straight through you. You whimpered, a tiny, pathetic sound you immediately wished you could take back.

Jaeyun pushed off the door and took a few steps into the room, his gaze sweeping over your cramped space before landing back on you. 

“This where you wrote it?” he asked, nodding toward your laptop on the desk behind you. “Where you dreamed up all those pretty little scenes? Where you imagined what we’d feel like?”

Each word was a gentle probe, prying you open. They were talking about your deepest secret like they were discussing the weather, and the casual confidence of it was unraveling you faster than any overt aggression could have.

“I…” you tried, but no other words came.

Euijoo’s finger released your hair and trailed down the side of your neck, a whisper of a touch that made you shudder violently. 

“You described it so well, honey,” he continued, his voice dropping to that intimate rumble. “The way you wanted to be touched, the way you wanted to be praised. Damn, almost made it seem real.”

Jaeyun was right in front of you now, standing beside Euijoo, boxing you in completely. “So here’s the question,” Jaeyun said, his eyes locked on yours. He reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. “All that imagination…..do you want to see what the reality feels like?”

The question hung there, immense and terrifying. Your fantasy, your secret, was being offered back to you, in flesh and blood and breath. Your mind screamed a dozen warnings, but your body, still humming from the elevator, from their stares, from their filthy, casual words, had only one answer.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Yes,” you whispered, the word barely audible.

“What was that, doll?” Euijoo’s head tilted. “We didn’t quite hear you.”

They were making you say it. They were making you claim it. The humiliation was a fire in your veins, mixing with the desperate want. Oh how pathetically you wanted them. 

“Yes,” you said again, your voice trembling but louder.

Jaeyun’s thumb stilled on your cheek. A slow, beautiful smile spread across his face. He glanced at Euijoo, and they shared a look—a look of shared understanding, mutual hunger and triumph.

“Alright then,” Euijoo said, his smirk softening into something devastating. His hand came up to cradle your other cheek, so you were held between them, the center of their dual attention. “Good girl.”

Jaeyun leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “That’s our clever girl,” he murmured, the praise sinking into your soul like a brand. “Now, let’s see how real we can make it for you.”

You always knew that you had a penchant for staying in the clouds, in the solitary heaven you’d created for yourself where everything was perfect and you were perfect and all was rainbows and cupcakes. Daydreaming was such a good way to escape this depressing and dark, real world.

But now?

Reality had never felt like such a fucking dream.

The first thing you registered after that was the solid press of Jaeyun's body against yours. One of his hands found your waist while the other cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his kiss. There was nothing tentative about it—he kissed you like he'd been waiting for permission for weeks, mouth warm and demanding, tongue sliding against yours before you could even think to part your lips.

You made a sound against his mouth, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and he swallowed it whole. His palm slid down from your waist to grip your thigh, hitching your leg up around his hip. Your dress rode up higher, the fabric bunching around your hips as his fingers found bare skin.

"Been thinking about this aaall night, honey," he murmured against your throat, lips trailing down to the sensitive spot behind your ear. “You wore this tiny little thing for us, yeah?” His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, teasing, luxurious. “You’re too damn sweet, baby."

A rustle of movement from across the room reminded you that you weren't alone. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed, and found Euijoo settled into the desk chair he'd pulled into the corner. He leaned back, legs spread wide, one hand resting casually on his thigh. His gaze was heavy-lidded, tracking every movement Jaeyun made against you like he was studying something precious.

"Oh please, don't stop on my account," Euijoo said, his voice low and smooth. A small smile curved his lips. "I'm enjoying the show, doll."

Heat flooded your cheeks, but before you could formulate a response, Jaeyun's fingers found your cunt through the damp fabric of your panties. Your breath hitched, head falling back against the wall. He pressed two fingers against you, rubbing slow circles over the soaked cotton, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

"Already this wet?" Jaeyun's voice was husky with surprise and satisfaction. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to your ankles. "God, you've been hiding this from us all this time, haven't you? Sweet little girl, so quiet and proper—"

His words dissolved into a groan as he dipped his fingers between your folds, finding you slick and ready. He circled your clit once, testing, and your whole body jolted like an electric shock.

"That's it," he breathed. "That's it, honey."

Jaeyun worked you open slowly, one finger sliding inside, then two, curling and pressing until you were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. The stretch was delicious, the pressure building low in your belly as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb pressing against your clit in rhythm.

Euijoo watched unmoving, but you saw the way his hand tightened on his thigh, the way his jaw tensed—when your breathing turned ragged, when your hips started rolling forward to meet Jaeyun's hand, he spoke.

"Look at him, doll. Look at what he's doing to you."

Your eyes found his across the room—dark, intense, focused entirely on you. The eye contact sent a thrill straight through you, and your walls fluttered around Jaeyun's fingers.

"You gonna cum for him?" Euijoo's voice dropped lower. "Let him feel it."

Jaeyun pressed harder, palm grinding against your clit as his fingers curled deep, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "That's it, honey. Let go—I've got you."

The orgasm hit you like a wave breaking, sudden and immense. Your back arched off the wall, a cry tearing from your throat as your body seized and shuddered around his hand. 

It was nothing like the careful, solitary orgasm you'd given yourself in this very room before—this was devastating, all-consuming, pulling you under and leaving you gasping for air.

"Fuck….” Jaeyun muttered, watching you come apart against him. "Look at you. Fucking beautiful."

Before you could catch your breath, strong hands were lifting you. Perhaps it was under the stupor of your newfound pleasure that you didn't even notice Euijoo crossing the room, his arms sliding under your knees and back as he carried you the few steps to your bed. He laid you down gently, the mattress dipping under your weight.

“My turn?” He said, and it wasn't a question.

Euijoo settled between your thighs, pushing your dress up past your hips until you were bare to him, glistening and sensitive. 

Jaeyun moved to the head of the bed, propping himself against the wall, one hand reaching down to brush the hair from your face.

Euijoo's first touch was a kiss—soft, almost reverent, pressed to the inside of your thigh. Then another, higher; then his tongue, flat and warm, sliding through your folds from bottom to top.

You whimpered, hips bucking, oversensitive from your first orgasm. But Euijoo held you down with firm hands on your thighs, anchoring you as he worked you open with his mouth.

"Easy, doll.” Euijoo murmured against your cunt, and the vibration made you gasp. "We're not done yet."

He ate you like a man starving, tongue circling your clit, dipping inside you, lapping up every drop of wetness. He found a rhythm—long, slow licks that built pressure deep in your core, punctuated by sharp sucks that made your vision white out. 

His nose pressed against your clit as his tongue fucked into you, and you heard yourself begging, words falling out of your mouth without permission.

"Please, please, please—"

"One more," Euijoo said, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his chin slick, his eyes dark with hunger. "Give me one more, doll. I know you have it." He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, two fingers sliding into you, curling in that same devastating spot Jaeyun had found. 

The combination was too much, exactly enough—your second orgasm crashed over you like a thunderstorm, harder and deeper than the first, ripping a scream from your throat that echoed off the dorm room walls.

Euijoo didn't stop—riding you through it, tongue gentle now, lapping at your sensitive flesh until you were twitching and moaning, your hands fisting in the sheets. Only then did he crawl up the bed, his lips and chin glistening, and press a kiss to your forehead.

"There she is," he whispered, thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't realized you'd shed. "Perfect little thing."

Your body was a trembling sea of aftershocks, floating in a haze of endorphins and praise. Euijoo’s gentle kiss on your forehead felt so sweet and searing. You could feel him shift beside you on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress.

From the other side, a low, appreciative chuckle broke through the heavy silence. You turned your head to see Jaeyun. His own need was evident in the tight line of his jaw and the heat in his eyes. He was leaning against your headboard, having shed his shirt at some point you couldn’t remember.

“Look at her.” Jaeyun said, his voice rough. He reached out, his fingers tracing a path from your knee up your inner thigh, a touch that was both an angelic caress and a possessive claim. “Absolutely ruined. And we’ve barely even started, baby.”

Euijoo propped himself up on an elbow beside you, his gaze moving from your dazed face down your splayed, spent body. “She took it so well, didn’t she?” he mused, his tone one of proud admiration. “Just like she wrote she would.” He chuckled, “Our smart girl, yeah?”

The reminder of your own words, of the script they were now following, sent a fresh, dizzying thrill through you. You were living your own story. 

And fuck did the line where reality and fiction blend feel like taking nectar in your tongue.

Jaeyun’s hand slid higher, his thumb brushing through the wetness Euijoo had left behind. You jolted at the contact, still impossibly sensitive. “Think she’s ready for more?” he asked Euijoo, though his eyes never left yours.

Euijoo’s hand came to rest on your stomach, a warm, heavy weight. He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “That’s the question, honey,” he murmured, the petname a velvet command. “You gave us two beautiful, perfect little gifts. But we’re not done, are we?”

He pulled back to look at you, waiting for an answer. Your mind was foggy, your body pliant and humming. All you could do was shake your head weakly. Not done at all.

Jaeyun’s smile was sharp as he moved, swinging his legs off the bed to stand. You heard the soft sound of his belt buckle clinking, “Good.” He said, his voice dropping into a deeper register. “Because we’ve been sharing you so nicely, I think it’s time you felt what that’s really like.”

Euijoo pressed another kiss to your temple before moving as well. He sat up, his back against the wall, and patted his thigh. “Come here, doll. Let’s get you comfortable.”

With trembling limbs, you let him guide you, pulling you up to straddle his lap, your back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you securely against him. From this vantage point, you watched Jaeyun finish undressing, the intent in his movements clear and devastating.

“Remember what you wrote about sharing, clever girl?” Euijoo whispered into your hair, his hands smoothing over your hips. “About being ours?” You could only nod, your breath catching as Jaeyun approached the bed, his gaze burning into you.

“Time to make it real,” Jaeyun said, his voice a soft rumble as he kneeled on the mattress before you. He reached out, tilting your chin up with a finger. “You’re doing so well. Just keep being good for us.”

The shift in position was fluid, almost choreographed—Jaeyun guiding you onto your side, his body molding against your front as his arm wrapped around your waist. His chest was warm against your back, or rather, your front against his, and you felt the hard length of him pressing against your thigh through his jeans. Behind you, the mattress dipped as Euijoo settled in, the heat of his body sealing against your spine.

"Comfortable, doll?" Euijoo's breath ghosted over the back of your neck, and you shivered, nodding weakly.

Jaeyun's hand slid down your stomach, fingers grazing your hypersensitive clit, making you jolt. "She's more than comfortable," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "She's perfect. Ready for us, honey?"

Before you could answer, Euijoo's hand found your hip, guiding your leg back, opening you up to him. You felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your slick folds, not entering, just teasing, sliding through your wetness. At the same time, Jaeyun aligned himself with your entrance, his tip nudging against your opening.  You never knew the both of them to be so mean, but fuckkkk did it feel so good.

"Who do you think will make her cum first?" Euijoo's voice was low, his lips brushing your ear.

Jaeyun chuckled, the sound vibrating against your chest. "She's already cum twice from my fingers and your mouth. But inside? I think I've got this one, baby."

"Bet." Euijoo said, and before you could process the word, he pushed inside you in one slow, steady thrust.

The sound you made was broken, a high keen that turned into a gasp as Jaeyun entered you at the same time, filling your other hole with equal slowness. For a moment, you were suspended between them, stretched so fucking full in both ways, the sensation overwhelming—too much and not enough, a perfect, aching fullness that made your eyes roll back back back.

"Oh—fuck! nghhh…” you heard yourself whimper, your voice thin and wrecked. You felt like a sinner in church and an angel roaming Eden all at once. But what thoughts were even required when both of their cocks inside you had your brain going quiet for once?

"That's it, honey." Jaeyun breathed, his forehead pressing against yours. His hips were still, letting you adjust, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your waist. "Take your time. We've got you."

Behind you, Euijoo let out a low groan, his fingers digging into your hip. "Fucking hell doll, you're so tight. Squeezing me like you were made for this."

“She is made for this, yeah?” Jaeyun said, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

They stayed still for a long moment, letting you feel the stretch, the heat, the weight of both of them buried inside you like roots in earth. Your breath came in ragged pants, your body trembling between them; the fullness was maddening, a deep pressure that made your head spin.

Then Jaeyun moved, pulling back out halfway and thrusting back in, a slow stroke that had your mouth falling open. Euijoo followed his rhythm, withdrawing and pushing back in counterpoint—one sliding out as the other slid in, creating a continuous wave of sensation that built with every movement.

"Oh, oh, oh—" The sounds fell from your lips unbidden, broken and desperate, a lamb on the altar begging to have her pretty throat be marked red.

"Listen to her," Euijoo muttered, his pace quickening. "Listen to those pretty sounds. She's been so quiet all semester, and now look at her."

Jaeyun's hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, a sheen of sweat on his brow. "Yeah, honey. Let us hear you. Let everyone in the hall hear what we're doing to you."

They fell into a punishing rhythm, each driving into you with increasing urgency. It wasn't gentle—it was rough, demanding, but the way Jaeyun kept brushing the hair from your face, the way Euijoo pressed open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder—fuck for a moment, it made you feel like they actually cared. 

"Who's gonna make you cum first, baby?" Euijoo growled, his pace quickening. His hand slid around your hip, fingers finding your clit and pressing hard. "Me or him?"

Jaeyun answered by driving deeper, hitting a spot that made you cry out. "Her pussy's squeezing me like she's close. Come on, honey, cum for me. Beat him to it."

The competition spurred them both, each trying to outdo the other—Jaeyun fucking you harder, Euijoo's fingers working your clit faster, their words blurring into a stream of praise and encouragement. You were caught between them, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel as they used your body for their race. And you did not give a single fuck about anything else at that moment. 

"Fuck, she's clenching around me," Jaeyun groaned. "She's close, she's so close—"

"Cum for us, doll," Euijoo demanded, his thrusts growing sloppy. "Cum with me. Now."

Your orgasm cracked through you like lightning, sudden and violent, tearing a scream from your throat that was muffled by Jaeyun's mouth crashing against yours. Your body convulsed between them, waves of pleasure ripping through you as your walls clamped down around both of them.

"That's it, that's it, fuck—" Jaeyun's hips stuttered, and you felt him spill inside you, hot and thick, his groan swallowed by the kiss.

Behind you, Euijoo followed, his body tensing as he buried himself deep, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he came. His hand never stopped pressing against your clit, riding you through the aftershocks until you were sobbing, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body limp and trembling.

When it was over, the only sounds were heavy breathing and your quiet, hiccupping sobs. Euijoo pulled out gently, collapsing behind you, while Jaeyun eased out with a wince, his hand immediately coming up to wipe the tears from your face.

"Hey, hey," he murmured, his voice soft now, all the roughness gone. "You okay, honey? Was that too much?"

You shook your head, unable to form words, tears still leaking from your eyes. Euijoo's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest, sandwiching you between them.

“Yeah she’s alright. Just sore yeah?” Euijoo said, his lips pressing to the back of your head. "That means we did our job right."

Jaeyun laughed, a breathless, satisfied sound, and pressed a kiss to your nose. "Told you she was perfect. Look at her, pretty little thing.”

You lay there, cocooned between their bodies, the warmth of them surrounding you as the tears dried on your cheeks and your breathing slowly steadied. Nothing in your life had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever come close.

And you knew that nothing ever would for the foreseeable future.

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Three days.

Three days of aching muscles, of tender reminders every time you shifted in your chair or climbed the stairs to your dorm. A delicious, secret soreness that made you blush whenever you remembered its source. 

You’d missed Intro to Psych on Monday, texting your professor a vague excuse about a migraine. An hour later, there was a soft knock on your door. It was Jaeyun, holding a neatly bound set of notes and a small white pastry box from the expensive French bakery downtown.

“Compliments of the house,” he’d said, his smile easy but his eyes holding a familiar, knowing heat. “Euijoo sends his regrets. He’s…tied up with family.”

Inside the box were two perfect, flaky pain au chocolat. The apology was unspoken but clear, and it made your stomach flutter. They’d wrecked you, and then they’d brought you pastries. The absurd domesticity of it was almost more overwhelming than the night itself.

Now, it’s Wednesday afternoon. You’re in the library, tucked into a secluded carrel on the third floor, the quiet hum of study around you. The scent of old paper and lemon-scented wood polish filled the air. Biology 201 notes were spread before you, but they might as well be hieroglyphics.

Because Jaeyun was here.

Euijoo, true to his word, was at a family function so it was just you and Jaeyun. He’d suggested the library with a perfectly straight face, citing the need for a “distraction-free environment.” The irony was a breathing thing between you.

He was sitting right beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours whenever he turned a page. For the first twenty minutes, he was the picture of academic focus, explaining enzymatic pathways with his usual patient clarity. But then his hand, which had been resting on the table, found its way to the back of your chair. As always. 

His fingers began to play with the ends of your hair, idly twisting a strand around his index finger. The touch was casual, almost absent-minded, but it sent a jolt of awareness straight down your spine. You tried to focus on the diagram of a mitochondria.

“You’re not following,” he murmured, his voice low so as not to carry in the quiet library.

“I am.” You whispered back, your eyes glued to the page.

“Mmhmm.” His fingers left your hair and for a second, you thought you were safe. Then his hand dropped below the solid wood of the table, out of sight of any wandering eyes, coming to rest on your thigh, just above your knee. Of course it had to be the one day you wore a skirt. 

Jaeyun didn’t move for a long moment, just let his hand sit there; then his fingers began to stroke a gentle, up-and-down caress along the inner seam of your jeans—a chaste touch through the thick fabric. 

“Jaeyun…” You breathed out, a desperate, quiet plea.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his face the picture of scholarly concentration as he looked at your textbook. His hand slid higher, his thumb now pressing in a slow circle against the sensitive muscle of your inner thigh. 

You whimpered, the sound swallowed by the vast, quiet room. The words were blurring, all you could feel was the relentless stroke of his hand, moving steadily higher.

Jaeyun leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing your ear, his breath warm. “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” he whispered, the words a secret just for you. His fingers reached the juncture of your thighs and pressed, a firm pressure.

Your whispered "yes" was barely audible, but Jaeyun's eyes darkened with something that made your stomach flip. He closed your textbook with a soft thud, slid it into his bag, and stood, extending his hand to you.

"Come on.” He said, his voice calm and collected, as if he asked you to follow him to the library's storage room every day. Not like you would have minded if he asked everyday.

You took his hand, your legs unsteady as he led you through the maze of shelves until you reached a narrow door tucked between two towering bookcases. He pushed it open, revealing a small storage area—old filing cabinets, boxes and a single dim bulb casting weak light over the cramped space. The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly the world outside ceased to exist.

Jaeyun turned to face you, backing you against the wall until your shoulders pressed against the cold metal of a filing cabinet. His hands found your waist, gripping the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric in his fists.

"You've never done this before, have you, honey?" He asked, but it wasn't really a question. His thumb traced your lower lip, pressing slightly. You shook your head, heat flooding your cheeks.

“That’s ok, I’ll teach you, hmm?” He smiled, a soft, almost tender expression that contrasted sharply with the hunger in his eyes. "Just do exactly what I say, and you'll be perfect."

Jaeyun guided you down, his hands gentle but firm on your shoulders until you were kneeling on the dusty floor, the cold tile seeping through the fabric of your skirt. He stood over you, tall and imposing, and you watched as his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with slow movements.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice low.

You obeyed, parting your lips. He pulled himself free, his cock already hard and straining, the tip brushing against your lower lip. The taste of salt and skin hit your tongue before you'd even taken him in.

"Good girl.” He breathed, and then he fed himself into your mouth, one slow inch at a time.

The sensation was overwhelming—the weight of him on your tongue, the stretch of your lips around his girth, the musky taste of him flooding your senses. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs for balance, and you felt the muscles jump under your fingers.

"That's it…fuckkk…” He groaned, his head falling back. "Just like that. Let me feel that pretty mouth."

His hand found the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, and he began to guide you, setting a slow rhythm that had you bobbing your head against his hips. You tried to relax your throat, to take him deeper, but the instinct to gag fought against your willingness.

"You can take more," he murmured, his voice strained now, losing its composed edge. "Relax your throat for me.” You tried, focusing on the instruction, and when you managed to take him a little deeper, his whiny groan was your reward.

"Fuck yes…ohhhh..” Jaeyun hissed, his grip tightening in your hair. "You're doing so well, baby. So fucking perfect on your knees."

His hips began to move, a shallow thrust that pushed him deeper into your throat, and you felt tears prick at your eyes as you struggled to accommodate him. But the taste of his approval, the sound of his voice breaking for you—it drove you forward, made you want to be better, want to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

"Close.” He panted, his rhythm faltering. "I'm so close, honey. Where do you want it?" You couldn't answer with your mouth full, but you looked up at him, eyes wet and pleading, and he seemed to understand.

Jaeyun pulled out abruptly, his hand moving to stroke himself twice, three times, before he spilled across your lips and cheeks—hot, thick ropes of cum that painted your skin. The sight of you, kneeling before him with his release marking your face, made him groan again, his chest heaving.

"Fuck.” He breathed, staring down at you. "That's the prettiest thing I've ever seen." He crouched down, using his thumb to wipe a stripe of cum from your cheek and bring it to your lips. "Taste it," he instructed. You parted your lips and let him feed it to you, the bitter taste filling your mouth.

"One more," he said, his voice already thick with renewed arousal. "You can give me one more, can't you?"

You nodded, your throat raw but eager, wanting to feel him in your mouth again and again again. Cock drunk slut, you thought to yourself. Jaeyun smiled, a sharp, possessive curl of his lips, and guided your mouth back to him. He was already hardening again, sensitive and swollen, but he didn't hesitate to push himself past your lips.

This time, he was less patient, less gentle. You’d learn your lesson, time to put it to the test right? His hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your throat with shallow thrusts. Each push made you gag, tears streaming down your cheeks, but the noises he made—the desperate, whiny gasps that fell from his lips like angelic choruses—were worth every second of discomfort.

"Fuck, your mouth is—hah—so good…”groaned, his hips stuttering. "Such a good little cocksucker. Taking it so well for me."

Your hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging into the denim as he used you, chasing his second release with single-minded focus. The sounds you made were wet, obscene, gurgling around his length, and the shame of it only made the heat between your thighs burn hotter.

"Look at me," he demanded. You forced your tear-blurred eyes up to meet his. "Watch me cum for you again."

And then he was spilling down your throat, hot and thick, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he emptied himself into your mouth. He held you there, his cock twitching against your tongue, until the last wave passed.

When he finally pulled out, you slumped forward, your forehead pressing against his thigh, chest heaving as you gasped for air. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, and your face was a mess of tears, drool, and cum.

But when he crouched down, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away the mess with gentle thumbs, you felt nothing but a warm, glowing gratitude.

And also the urge to do this a hundred times over.

_____________

It really seemed to be a sort of schedule at this point—a ritual of horniness even. 

If Jaeyun got you coffee one day, Euijoo would get it for you the next day. If Euijoo fixed the ribbon in your hair in the morning, Jaeyun would brush dust off your shoulder in the evening.

So if Jaeyun had taught you how to use those pretty little lips of yours, Euijoo had to teach you something too?

Which is how you ended up in the situation you were in.

To be fair, it had been fairly Jaeyun’s fault. After all, nobody told him to get crap drunk and pass out in the middle of the day, completely forgetting the fact that they’d invited you over to the frat building for tutoring in view of your usual library being closed. 

So after being invited in by Jungwon and being told to wait in the kitchen while Euijoo came back from class (he’d also told you all about his pet cactus in the meanwhile before Fuma dragged him off by the collar of his shirt), you were finally sitting in his. Alone. With him. Yeah, completely survivable situation.

It was neater than you’d expected—books arranged by subject and color on a shelf, a single succulent thriving on the windowsill, the scent of clean laundry and his cologne—something crisp and subtle with a hint of sandalwood. The door was closed, muffling the distant sounds of a video game and shouting from elsewhere in the house.

You’d set up at his small desk, your biology textbook open to a chapter you were not interested in. Euijoo had pulled his desk chair right beside yours, his arm brushing yours as he leaned over the page.

For the first fifteen minutes, it was productive. He was nodding along to all your explanations, tracing his fingers over the particularly harder sections and chuckling whenever you made some ridiculous analogy to explain. But then his gaze, always so careful and respectful, drifted. 

It landed on the V-neck of your shirt, on the sliver of skin and the hint of lace-edged cleavage the dip of the fabric revealed.  Had you worn this top on purpose? Of course not. But with the way your inner thighs were heating up at the moment, the way you were sitting, the subtle arch of your back—it all felt like a swan dance to seduce him.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just…..looked. His pen, which had been tapping a rhythm on the page, stilled. The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing thicker and warmer.

“This is a complex system,” You said, trying not to let your voice waver. His finger came to trace a line on the textbook, but his eyes lifted to yours as you continued. His gaze dropped back to your chest, lingering.

“Explain it again?” He asked, though his eyes never seemed to go to the actual words on the page. Euijoo’s voice was so rough and low pitched now, practically a growl that your breath hitched. 

He reached out then, not for you, but for the pencil cup on his desk, selecting a pen, his movements slow. As he pulled his hand back, the back of his knuckles grazed the upper swell of your breast, just above your shirt’s neckline. The touch was fleeting, accidental in its choreography but devastating in its effect. A bolt of pure, liquid heat shot straight to your core. You flinched, a tiny, involuntary jump.

A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. He went back to the textbook, pointing at a paragraph, “Can we do this again?” 

But you couldn’t even answer him. He shifted in his chair, turning his body more towards you, his knee pressing against yours under the desk, “I don’t think I get this part, principle of concentration or whatever.”

Euijoo was looking at your mouth, then your eyes, then back at the revealing dip of your shirt. The academic pretense was a thin, shimmering veil now, and you were both watching it dissolve.

The scent of him—that clean sandalwood and something uniquely, essentially Euijoo—enveloped you. His hand came up again, but this time there was no pretense of reaching for a pen. His fingertips brushed the column of your throat, then drifted down, skimming the sensitive skin just above the neckline of your shirt. You stopped breathing.

“Euijoo,” you managed, a weak protest that sounded more like a plea.

“Yes, doll?” he asked innocently, his fingers pausing, his thumb now stroking a hypnotic little circle on your collarbone. “What is it?”

This handsome asshole. 

“You know, Jaeyun told me something interesting.” He leaned in even closer, his lips beside your ear.

His breath was warm. “Taught you how to use that pretty little mouth, hmm?” He murmured, the words a soft, sinful secret. “I think it’s my turn to teach you something else, don’t you think darling?”

His hand finally slipped past the barrier of your shirt, his palm curving over the lace of your bra, cupping you fully. You gasped, arching into the touch despite yourself.

Euijoo hummed, a sound of deep approval. His thumb found your nipple through the lace and rubbed, slow and firm. “Learning pretty quick, aren’t you doll?”

So that was how you’d ended up in the position you were currently in. Sitting comfortably on his lean waist, while his hands gripped your hips as he looked up at you with a look of worship in his eyes. Like you’d become his new deity to shower praise upon. 

The offer had slipped out so casually, like he was asking if you wanted another cup of coffee. “Let’s take some of that stress off, yeah?” Euijoo had said, his voice low and steady, eyes fixed on yours with that intense focus. Your mouth had gone dry, but you'd nodded before your brain could catch up with your body. 

Now here you were, perched on his waist, his bed creaking softly beneath the two of you. He'd stripped off his shirt somewhere between the desk and the mattress, leaving him in just a loose pair of grey sweats that did nothing to hide how much he wanted you. His hands found your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just above the waistband of your skirt.

"You're so pretty," he breathed, looking up at you like you were something sacred. "God, look at you. Sitting on me like you own me." Your hands braced against his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath warm skin. His heart was racing—you could feel it hammering against your palms.

"You need to take this off, doll.” Euijoo said, fingers hooking into the hem of your pink shirt. "Can't teach you properly with it in the way."

You let him pull it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second glance. His eyes dropped to your chest, and the sharp inhale he took made heat pool low in your belly.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Can I touch them, pretty?"

You nodded, and his hands were on you instantly, cupping the weight of your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. His thumbs traced over your nipples, already hard and sensitive, and you gasped at the contact.

"Please…" you managed, the word barely a whisper.

Euijoo's fingers found the clasp of your bra with practiced ease, and soon the garment joined your shirt on the floor. The cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his mouth was on you, lips wrapping around one nipple while his hand worked the other. You cried out, your hips bucking forward against his stomach. The pressure was perfect, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak while his thumb rolled the other between his fingers.

"That's it," he murmured against your skin, switching to give the other breast the same attention. "God, your tits are perfect. Been thinking about them all week."

"How long?" you gasped, fingers threading through his hair.

"Since the first time you wore that pretty little pink top," he admitted, lips trailing up your chest to your collarbone. "Couldn't focus on a single thing you said.”

You should have been embarrassed, but the confession only made you wetter, made you grind down against his hard length with more desperation. The friction through his sweats was maddening, not nearly enough. Euijoo's hands guided your movements, showing you how to rock your hips against him, how to find a rhythm that made his eyes roll back.

"Feel that? Feel what you do to me, doll?" he asked, voice strained. "You nodded, focusing on the motion, on the way his cock pressed against you through the layers of clothing. It wasn't enough, you needed more.

"I want—" you started, but the words caught in your throat.

"I know what you want," he said softly, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. "But you have to ask nicely, baby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, but the ache between your thighs overpowered any shyness. "I want you inside me. Please, Euijoo."

"Yeah?" His voice was thick, almost reverent. "You wanna ride me, sweet girl?”

"Yes, please, please—"

The sudden tightening of his hands settled on your hips told you everything you needed to know. Jealous, jealous Euijoo, how dare Jaeyun have you alone before him? His thumbs pressed into the jut of your hip bones, grounding you, holding you steady as you hovered above him.

"Then take what's yours," he breathed, the words barely a whisper but he heard them. 

Your fingers, trembling with need, fumbled for the waistband of his grey sweats. The fabric was soft, worn, and the simple intimacy of undressing him like this sent another jolt of heat through you. He didn't help, just watched you with heavy-lidded intensity, his chest rising and falling in a quickened rhythm.

You hooked your thumbs under the elastic and the thin cotton of his boxers beneath, pushing them down in one urgent motion. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip, straining upwards against his stomach. The sight stole the air from your lungs, he was so painfully and beautifully hard for you.

"Look at you," Euijoo murmured, his voice rough with awe and impatience. "So pretty for me.” 

"Slow," he instructed, his voice low and controlled, nothing like the breathless, whiny sounds Jaeyun had made in the library. Euijoo was so very attractively calm. "Lower yourself onto me slowly, doll.”

You positioned yourself, the blunt, hot head of him nudging against your soaked entrance. A shuddering breath escaped you. You already felt so full in a way that felt like coming home. Your hands braced against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palms. You whined high as you sank down, inch by inch, the stretch of him filling you in a slow, burning glide that made your vision blur. His fingers tightened on your hips, a sharp inhale escaping through his nose. 

"Good girl…" he breathed. "Just like that. Take all of me."

When you were fully seated, his pelvis flush against yours, you stilled, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He was so deep inside you, hitting a spot that made your thighs tremble. He let you adjust, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into your skin.

"Now," he said, his voice patient, almost gentle, "roll your hips baby, take it slow.”

You tried, moving your hips in an awkward circle, and his hands guided you, showing you the rhythm. His grip was firm, correcting your angle, tilting your pelvis until the motion felt natural. The friction was maddening, his cock dragging against your walls with every slow rotation.

"There," he murmured, satisfaction lacing his tone. "You're learning so well doll."

Then his hands were on your skin, cupping the weight of your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow, teasing passes. "Beautiful," he said, almost to himself. 

You moaned, your rhythm faltering as pleasure spiked through you. He pinched lightly, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers, and your hips stuttered, grinding down harder against him.

"No," he corrected, his grip on your breast tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Don't change the pace. You can feel good and still follow instructions like a good doll."

You nodded, biting your lip, forcing your hips to return to that slow, rolling grind. He rewarded you by bowing forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against the sensitive bud made you cry out, your fingers threading through his hair as he sucked and laved at your skin.

His hands never stopped moving. One stayed at your breast, kneading and squeezing, while the other slid down your side, gripping your ass to help guide your movements. His mouth switched to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, and you felt the coil tightening in your belly, hot and insistent.

"Euijoo…." you whimpered, your voice breaking.

"Not yet," he said, pulling back, his lips glistening. He looked up at you, his eyes sharp and focused. "I want you to cum with me. Can you do that, baby?" You nodded, desperate, willing to do anything he asked. "Then keep riding me. Just like this. Don't speed up."

The minutes stretched into an eternity of sensation—his hands on your breasts, pinching and teasing, the slow, torturous grind of your hips, the feeling of him buried so deep inside you that you couldn't tell where he ended and you began. The pleasure built in waves, each one higher than the last, until you were trembling on the edge, your breath coming in sobbing gasps.

"Now," he said, his voice strained, finally losing its composure. "Cum for me."

And you did. Your orgasm crashed through you, your back arching, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your walls clenched around him. He followed immediately, his hips bucking up into you as he spilled inside you, his groan low and guttural, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises.

You collapsed forward, your forehead pressing against his, both of you breathing hard, sharing the same air. His hands softened, sliding up your back, holding you close as you trembled through the aftershocks.

Well there went another three days of losing all motor function in your legs.

And you were still going to ask him for another round.

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It was almost funny how fast two months had passed by. 

Perhaps it felt like that because now, every other day you were being filled to the brim by either one of them or both of them at the same time. And to be honest, you were too thoroughly, blissfully fucked-out to even think about asking the infamous ‘what are we’ question. The answer, in every touch and whispered praise, felt obvious: you were theirs. Their perfect girl. 

The proof was in your grades. The final biology exam results had been posted, and you’d passed with flying colors, a crisp ‘A’ gleaming beside your student ID. The more surprising—or perhaps not surprising at all—revelation was that Euijoo and Jaeyun had also scored remarkably high. Jaeyun, who’d claimed to be “barely passing” before, had landed a solid A. Euijoo, predictably, had aced it with an A+. They’d celebrated your collective success that night in Euijoo’s room, their congratulations taking a deeply physical and profoundly satisfying form.

But that had been a week ago. A long, torturous, dry week.

How rude.

Since turning in their final projects, both of them had become suddenly, maddeningly busy with “end-of-semester logistics” for their frat. Brief, distracted texts, apologies muttered through yawns when you saw them in passing, a peck on the cheek that felt brotherly at this point—it was infuriating. The constant, humming attention you’d grown addicted to had vanished, leaving you twitchy and empty.

You were frustrated, more than frustrated—you were a live wire of neglected need. And tonight, they were throwing a party to mark the end of exams. Revenge, you decided, was a dish best served looking utterly devastating.

That was why you were standing in front of your full-length mirror, critically examining your reflection. The dress was baby pink, a shade so innocent it bordered on absurd. The fabric was soft and clingy in a way that left exactly nothing to the imagination. 

It was shockingly short, the hem brushing mid-thigh only if you stood perfectly still. The neckline was a deep, sweetheart cut that showcased the swell of your breasts, and the back? The back was practically non-existent, a few strings holding it together. You’d paired it with the highest, most precarious strappy heels you owned.

You looked like a confection, a delicious, bite-sized, walking sweet cherry pie.

A slow, determined smile spread across your lips. Let them be “busy.” Let them try to have a meeting, organize a party, do anything at all while you walked in looking like this. You knew their tells—the way Jaeyun’s jaw would tighten, the way Euijoo’s eyes would darken and track your every move like a predator. You were going to remind them exactly what they’d been neglecting. And you were going to make them beg to fix their mistake.

With a final, satisfied nod at your reflection, you grabbed your small clutch. The party was just starting and it was time to make an entrance.

______________

“You’re going to spill your drink.”

“I’m going to light this house on fire.”

The bass from the sound system pulsed through the floorboards of the frat house, a physical thrum in the air. The party was in full, chaotic swing—bodies packed tight, laughter spilling over the music, the sharp tang of cheap beer and sweat cutting through the usual scent of pine cleaner and boyish neglect.

You’d made your entrance. A ripple had gone through the crowd near the door when you walked in, a subtle shift in attention you felt like a physical touch. 

You’d caught sight of Jaeyun first, over by the keg, laughing with a couple of his brothers. His eyes had found you, and the laugh died on his lips. His gaze had traveled from your face, down the scandalous plunge of your neckline, over the sinful shortness of your skirt, all the way to your treacherous heels. His expression had shifted from surprise to something hot and intense, his grip tightening on his red plastic cup. 

Euijoo had been beside him, leaning against the wall, looking effortlessly cool in a black tee. His reaction was quieter, but no less potent. His eyes had narrowed, his head tilting slightly as he took you in, a slow, unreadable mask settling over his features. You’d given them a small, breezy smile—a mere flick of acknowledgment—and then deliberately turned away, melting into the crowd without a word.

That had been twenty minutes ago. Now, you were on the makeshift dance floor in the living room, the space cleared of furniture.

And you were dancing with Fuma, his hands respectfully placed on your waist as you moved to the beat. You were leaning in close to hear him over the music, laughing at something he said, your hand resting lightly on his shoulder. You knew exactly how you looked: the pink fabric clinging to every curve, the dim light catching the sheen of your skin, your head thrown back in a laugh that was just for him.

From across the room, near the archway to the kitchen, two pairs of eyes were burning holes into you.

“You’re going to spill your drink,” Euijoo said flatly, his voice barely audible over the music. He wasn’t looking at Jaeyun; his gaze was locked on the way Fuma’s thumb was stroking a tiny, infuriating circle on the bare skin of your waist.

Jaeyun didn’t even glance at his cup. His knuckles were white around it. “I’m going to light this house on fire.”

Euijoo finally tore his eyes away, cutting a sharp look at his friend. “She didn’t even say hello. Walked in here looking like…..like that,” he hissed, “and didn’t even come over.”

“She saw us,” Jaeyun growled. “She looked right at me and smiled like I was a fucking stranger.” 

He took a savage gulp of his beer, his eyes tracking your every move. The way your dress rode up when you swayed, the flash of your thigh, the way the neckline threatened to spill its contents with every bounce. He was so hard it was painful, a relentless ache that had started the second you walked in and was now a throbbing, jealous fury. 

It was Fuma. Fuma who had always been their anchor in a storm, older and widely respected in the frat, someone that the both of them leaned on when things got too hard. But right now? All that stuff was going down the drain just at the sight of him pressed so close to you. The memory of Fuma being the one to tell them about you first was also hurting like a bitch. 

Euijoo watched as you whispered something in Fuma’s ear, saw the other man’s smile widen, a possessive snarl threatened in Euijoo’s chest. That was his ear to whisper into. His girl to make smile like that. “She’s doing this on purpose.”

“No shit,” Jaeyun spat. “A week of nothing, and now this?” He gestured violently with his cup towards you. “This is a fucking declaration of war.”

They both watched, helpless and seething, as Fuma leaned down to say something else, his lips too close to your hair. Your resulting laugh was bright and clear, a sound that used to be reserved for them in the quiet of a dorm room.

Euijoo’s jaw was clenched so tight it ached. The sight of you in that dress, on another man’s arm, moving with a confidence they’d coaxed out of you themselves…it was the most potent aphrodisiac and the most bitter poison he’d ever tasted. He wanted to tear you away from Fuma, throw you over his shoulder and carry you upstairs. He wanted to ruin you in that dress, mark every inch of skin it revealed so everyone would know exactly who you belonged to.

“She wants a reaction,” Euijoo said, his voice low and deadly calm.

Jaeyun’s smile was all sharp edges. “Oh, she’s gonna get one.”

___________

Any protest you might have mustered died in your throat, swallowed by the heady thrill of their focused, furious energy. They’d descended on you and Fuma like a pair of storms, their polite-but-icy smiles belying the fire in their eyes. 

A few terse words to a bewildered Fuma, a “she’s with us” that brooked no argument, and you were extracted from the dance floor and ushered through the chaotic party, up to the familiar sanctuary of their room.

The door clicked shut, sealing you in the sudden, profound quiet. The only sound was the ragged pull of three sets of lungs.

Now, you sat perched on the edge of Euijoo’s neatly made bed, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, doing your best impression of indifference. Your lower lip was pushed out in a defiant pout, your eyes wide and attempting to project wounded innocence, though the fire in them probably betrayed you. Your dress which had felt like armour downstairs, now felt flimsy and exposing under the twin spotlights of their gaze. 

Jaeyun and Euijoo stood side-by-side at the foot of the bed, a study in contrasting, coiled tension. Jaeyun’s earlier rage had condensed into a smoldering intensity, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you. Euijoo was deceptively still, his expression unreadable, but the air around him crackled with possessive intent.

For a long moment, they just looked at you, their gazes traveling over your defiant posture, the exposed length of your legs, the rise and fall of your chest.

“Well,” Jaeyun drawled, "Look who decided to join the party.” His voice was a low, rough scrape that sent a shiver straight down your spine. “And dressed for the occasion too.”

Euijoo’s lips quirked in a ghost of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Such sudden bravery, doll,” he murmured, taking a slow step closer. His gaze lingered on the desperate clutch of your arms over your chest, on the way the dress’s neckline strained with the motion. “Parading yourself downstairs, letting just anyone put their hands on you.” He tsked softly, “Real bold, sweetheart.”

Jaeyun’s smile was wolfish. He took a step closer, his eyes tracing the neckline of your dress. “You knew exactly what you were doing in that dress, didn’t you honey?”

You lifted your chin, refusing to answer, but a flush crept up your neck. Fuck why did they have to look like five course meals?

“Of course she did,” Euijoo answered for you, his tone almost conversational. He took a step to match Jaeyun, closing the distance. “Bet you wanted every man in that room to look at you didn’t you, pretty girl?” His voice dropped, filling with a raw, appreciative hunger. “But you know who you belong to hmm?” The praise, wrapped in sheer possessiveness, made your traitorous body hum.

You swallowed, the defiance in your posture softening into something more pliant under the heat of their combined stares. “I… I was just—”

“Just what, honey?" Jaeyun cut in, his voice deceptively soft. He was close enough now that you could smell the clean scent of his soap and the faint, lingering hint of beer. “Just reminding us what we’ve been missing?” He reached out, a single finger tracing the fluttering pulse at the base of your throat. “Trust me. We didn’t need a reminder. We’ve been thinking about you every damn second.”

Euijoo’s hand joined Jaeyun’s, his fingers gently but firmly prying one of your arms away from your chest. He laced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand down to rest on the rumpled duvet. The implication was clear, and a fresh wave of liquid heat pooled low in your belly. Your pout was gone, replaced by parted lips and breath that was coming a little too fast.

Jaeyun watched the transformation, a dark satisfaction in his eyes. “Since you were so…..creative with your little display tonight,” he said, his thumb stroking your captive hand, “we thought we’d get a little creative too.”

Euijoo’s free hand went to the pocket of his dark jeans. He pulled out a rectangular box, wrapped in simple matte black paper. “A little gift,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “From both of us.”

Your eyes widened, flicking between the box and his face. A gift? Now?

Agonizingly slowly, he unwrapped it, letting the paper fall to the floor. Nestled inside against a bed of black velvet was a vibrator. It was sleek, elegant and a soft, shimmering shade of pink that somehow perfectly matched your dress.

“Saw it last week,” Jaeyun explained, his gaze fixed on your reaction as he began to unbutton his own shirt, his movements lazy and deliberate, “Thought you’d like it, our little slut.”

Euijoo picked it up, his fingers curling around it familiarly. With a soft click, it hummed to life, a low, steady buzz that seemed to vibrate in the very air of the room. He held it up, the pink silicone catching the dim light. “Pretty, isn’t it?” he mused. “Just like you.”

As the persistent hum filled the silence, Jaeyun finally closed the last of the distance. He leaned over you, caging you against the headboard, and captured your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and a week’s worth of pent-up frustration, and you melted into it with a helpless whimper. His hands went to your dress, sliding it down your body.

“Let’s get you out of this, honey,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “We’ve admired it long enough.”

Euijoo had you spread out on his bed in a matter of seconds, the vibrator humming against his palm as he watched you squirm around. God how horny was your brain? To not even have noticed the way they were handling you between them like a toy. 

"Look at you," he murmured, running the buzzing tip along your inner thigh, avoiding where you needed it most. "So needy already. And we've barely started."

You whimpered, your hips twitching, trying to chase the sensation. He clicked his tongue, pressing the vibrator flat against your thigh, holding it there until you stilled.

"No." He said, his voice patient but firm. "You don't get to decide when you feel good. I do."

He finally pressed the head of the vibrator against your clit, and you gasped, your back arching off the mattress. The sensation was sharp and immediate, pleasure flooding through you in waves. But just as you felt the familiar tightening in your belly, he pulled it away.

"No!" you whined, the sound pitiful and desperate, “Euijoooo….”

"Shhh," he soothed, trailing the toy down your stomach, over your hip, circling your navel. "You'll get there, doll. But not yet."

He did it again and again and again—pressing the vibrator against your clit, letting the pleasure build until you were teetering on the edge, then pulling it away. Each time, your body would shudder, your breath hitching, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Please," you begged, your voice breaking.

"Please what, doll?" He tilted his head, feigning ignorance. "Please let you cum? But you haven't earned it yet, have you?”

Your hands fisted in the sheets, your hips grinding against nothing. The room was filled with the wet sound of your arousal and the low hum of the vibrator, and you felt completely at his mercy.

After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Euijoo finally set the vibrator aside. He gripped your hips, pulling you toward him until you were sitting up, and then guided you onto his lap at the edge of the bed. His cock was hard beneath you, pressed against your ass, but he made no move to enter you.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands settling on your waist. "Now stay."

You heard movement, and then Jaeyun was there, dropping to his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with that hungry, worshipful expression, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them apart.

"Jaeyun's going to make you feel good," Euijoo said against your ear, his breath warm. "And this time, you're going to let go. You're going to cum all over his face. Understand?" You nodded, your throat (and pussy) tight.

Jaeyun leaned in, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, then the other. His tongue traced a slow path upward, and when he finally reached your folds, you cried out, your hips bucking forward. He didn't waste time—his tongue lapped at you, broad and flat, then focused on your clit, flicking and circling with practiced precision.

"Oh, god…." you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, gripping the strands, “Jaeyun! Fuck ohhhh…” Fuck it was like he’d mastered the art of female oral pleasure for centuries—the way he was eating you like a starved god. 

Behind you, Euijoo’s hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples, sliding down your stomach, gripping your hips to hold you steady. "That's it, doll. Let him eat you—bet you taste soooo good for him, don't you?"

Jaeyun moaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your core. He devoured you, his tongue sliding inside you, then back to your clit, alternating between sucking and licking until you were a trembling mess.

The pleasure built faster this time, without the torturous pauses, but it was overwhelming, too much and not enough. You felt the pressure mounting, coiling tight in your lower belly, and you knew this time it would be different.

"Ju…" you sobbed, "Ju, I'm—I'm going to—"

"Let go," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Cum for him, doll. Let it all go."

And you did. Your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, your body arching, a guttural cry tearing from your throat. But it didn't stop—it kept building, pushing past the peak, and you felt the release of something more, a hot gush of liquid that spilled from you as you shuddered and moaned.

Jaeyun didn't pull away. He drank it all, his tongue working through your climax, lapping at you as you squirted over his chin, his lips, his tongue. Your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn't stop, coaxing every last drop from you until you were limp, gasping, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Euijoo’s arms wrapped around you, holding you against his chest, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Such a good girl," he whispered. "You did so well."

Jaeyun finally pulled back, his face glistening, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes never left yours.

“So fucking sweet, pretty girl." He said, his voice husky, “Sweet like honey, yeah?”

You were too spent to respond, your head falling back against Euijoo’s shoulder, your body humming with aftershocks. They held you between them, warm and possessive, and for a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the soft hum of the vibrator Euijoo had discarded on the bed.

You heard the rustle of fabric, then felt his hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, cool air kissing your exposed holes. 

“Round two, pretty girl?” 

The words were fleeting in your ears, neither of them had the patience to wait for your answer. You asked yourself that question again: just how orgasm-drunk were you that you didn’t even protest the change in position? It was a matter of minutes before you found yourself in the position you were in. 

Did you really give a fuck? Nope—all you wanted was for your wet little pussy to be filled by her usual favourites. 

The bed creaked beneath you as Euijoo positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips while you hovered over Jaeyun’s cock. Your thighs trembled, slick and ready, as Jaeyun’s hands found your waist, guiding you down.

"That's it, honey," Jaeyun breathed, his eyes locked on yours as you sank onto him, inch by inch. "Taking me so well."

A choked gasp escaped your lips as he filled you completely, the sensation spreading through your core, stretching you in a way that made your vision blur. Before you could adjust, Euijoo’s hands spread your cheeks, and you felt the blunt pressure of his cock pressing against your ass.

"You think you can take us both, doll?" His voice was low, dripping with challenge. "Or are you going to break on us?" You nodded, words failing you, your fingers digging into Jaeyun’s shoulders for support.

"Use your words," Euijoo said, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," you gasped, your voice cracking. "Please, I can—I can take it."

Euijoo pushed in slowly, the pressure building until it became a dull, overwhelming ache, then a sharp fullness that made you cry out. Your body clenched around both of them, the dual intrusion too much and exactly what you needed.

"Fuckkkkk" Jaeyun groaned beneath you, his head falling back. "She's so fucking—hah—tight. Squeezing me like she's trying to milk me dry, yeah?”

"Because she's such a desperate little slut," Euijoo said, his voice softening into something almost affectionate, wildly in contrast to his words. "Aren't you, honey? Can't get enough of us filling you up."

You whimpered, your hips starting to move on instinct, rocking back against Euijoo while grinding down on Jaeyun. The rhythm came naturally, the three of you finding a pace that had your breath hitching and your body shaking.

Euijoo’s thrusts were so damn deep, each one hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. Jaeyun met your movements from below, his hands gripping your waist, his hips snapping up to meet yours. They set a punishing rhythm, alternating their thrusts so that one was always filling you while the other pulled back, a mean oscillation. 

"Look at her…." Euijoo said, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back. "Riding you like a good girl, taking my cock in her ass like she was made for it."

"Made for us," Jaeyun corrected, his voice strained, his eyes burning into yours. "Perfect little cocksleeve for both of us."

The pleasure built, coiling low in your belly, your moans turning into broken sobs as they fucked you from both ends. Every nerve in your body was alight, the sensation overwhelming, consuming.

"Please," you begged, not knowing what you were asking for. "Please, I'm—I'm going to—"

"Not yet," Euijoo said, slowing his thrusts, denying you the friction you craved. "You don't cum until we say you can."

Jaeyun followed his lead, stilling beneath you, leaving you suspended on the edge. A frustrated whine tore from your throat, your hips grinding uselessly against them.

"Please," you tried again, tears pricking at your eyes. "Please, I need—"

"I know what you need, doll." Euijoo’s voice was softer now, almost gentle. "You need to be good for us first. Can you do that? Be our good girl?" You nodded frantically, desperation clawing at your chest.

"Then cum for us," Jaeyun said, his hands sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples. "Let go, honey. Let us feel you."

They started moving again, faster now, harder, driving into you with a relentless pace that had you seeing stars. The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing over you as your first orgasm tore through your body. You cried out, your back arching, your walls clenching around them.

"Fuck, yes….." Euijoo groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. "That's it pretty girl, oh fuckkk squeezing me so good fuck…”

But they didn't stop. They kept fucking you through your climax, the overstimulation pushing you higher, building toward something even more intense.

"One more," Jaeyun commanded, his voice rough, breathless. "Give us one more, baby. I know you can."

"Please nghhh—I can’t " you sobbed, your body trembling, every nerve on fire. "I can't—"

"You can.” Euijoo said, his hand sliding down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit. "And you will."

He pressed down, circling the sensitive nub as they fucked you, and the second orgasm hit you before you could brace yourself. It ripped through you, harder and deeper than the first, your vision going white as you screamed, your body convulsing around them.

"Fuck—" Jaeyun's voice cracked as he came, his hips bucking, his cum flooding you. Euijoo followed a moment later, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled inside your ass, his grip on your hips bruising.

The three of you collapsed together, tangled and breathless, your bodies slick with sweat and cum. Euijoo pulled out slowly, kissing your shoulder, while Jaeyun traced lazy patterns on your thighs.

"So fucking perfect," Jaeyun murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"You did so well, doll." Euijoo added, his hand carding through your hair. 

You couldn't respond, your body humming with aftershocks, your mind blissfully blank. They held you between them, warm and possessive, and for a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the steady beat of their hearts against your skin.

Somewhere between the border of sleep (“Is she sleeping?” “Should we change her clothes or..?”), you had a fleeting thought. 

You were happy. Really happy.

Because somewhere along the way, the fear disappeared entirely—you stopped overthinking every text before sending it, stopped panicking when they touched your shoulder casually or leaned too close over your notes, stopped feeling like the quiet girl hidden in the second row of lectures. Somehow, without you noticing, the lonely little world you’d built around yourself had cracked open.

And standing in the middle of it were two boys who brought you coffee, listened to your rambling biology explanations, made you laugh when you forgot how, and looked at you like you were someone worth knowing. And fucked you crazy stupid too of course. 

The months you thought would destroy you had ended up changing your life instead. 

Funny how that worked.

Cause fuck were you into it.

fin. 

A/N: this is one of those fics where i genuinely felt myself lock in HARD and lowkey felt much melancholy when i finished it like this fic is my child ykwim. Never in my life did i think I'd ever write four smut scenes in one singular fic but hey my biases made me do it yay. Shoutout to Jaeyun and Euijoo edits for getting me through the hell of writing threesomes i will now go be their fucktoy byeee

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[irkkii]

⠀⠀⠀𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄⠀⭑⠀ 爱情得分

⠀심재윤 ◞⠀ jake’s goal is to win your heart!

𝟕𝟒𝟖!─────✿𝓲 popular!jake x⠀rea ◜ᯅ◝ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 ╱ 🐰法 外な療

사랑👜 . . . posting drafts while i work on requests !!

it’s known around campus that whatever jake wants, he gets. whether it’s homework answers, party invites, a spot on a sports team, or a girl’s heart.

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after class one day, he snuck up behind you, giving his friends that eyebrow raise before turning his attention fully on you. you barely gave him any notice. that was the moment something switched in him.

a few days later in math, he slid into the seat right next to you instead of his usual spot in the back. you tried your best to ignore him. you’d heard all the stories about jake from other girls, and you had zero interest in being the next one.

he tapped his pencil on the desk like he was pretending to follow the lesson, then eventually turned his whole body toward you, resting his chin on his hand. “so are you gonna ignore me the whole lesson?”

you kept your eyes glued to your paper, scribbling notes. “yeah,” you said flatly. “i’ve got better things to do.” you finally glanced over at him.

“ouch,” he replied, playfully clutching his chest. you couldn’t help the tiny smile that slipped out. of course he noticed. “oh, so you do smile?”

“i mean yeah, i’m human,” you said jokingly.

“mm,” he hummed, a little smile playing on his lips. “we should probably get to writing down notes, huh?”

“i have been,” you shot back, pointing your pen at his completely blank paper. “it’s you who needs to write them down.”

when the lesson finally ended, you were packing your notebook into your bag when jake stood up to leave. right before he walked off, he looked back at you. “you have a pretty smile. you should smile more.”

he was gone before you could respond. you wanted to act like his words had no effect on you, but they did.

later that night, around 12am, you were lying on the bottom bunk in your dorm while your roommate was trying to sleep on the top. you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“i feel like he put some spell on me,” you whispered. “i had zero interest and then all of a sudden…” you made a little poof sound with your hands.

“maybe he’s a wizard,” your roommate mumbled.

“now you’re just pulling stuff out of your ass,” you laughed softly.

“just get some sleep, okay? we have a long day tomorrow,” she said, already half gone.

“okay, but—” before you could finish, she was already snoring.

you groaned and pulled your pillow over your face, heart still doing stupid little flips every time you replayed his voice saying you had a pretty smile. you hated how much you kept thinking about it.

it was the next day in math. jake was already there when you walked in, which was shocking since he was usually late. you sat down and he looked at you the whole time.

“you aren’t going to mention anything?” he asked.

“what, that you’re earlier than me?”

“yeah.”

“i wasn’t going to mention it, but i noticed,” you said, trying your best to sound nonchalant. jake saw right through you.

he sat up straighter in his seat. “are you single?”

“does it matter?” you asked.

“well, i don’t wanna talk to someone else’s girl.”

“like you haven’t done that before,” you said.

“that was a while back,” he replied.

“mm, right.”

“so are you?” he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow slightly.

“yeah, why do you wanna know?”

“’cause i wanna ask you out.”

“on a date?” you said.

he nodded. “on saturday.”

you waited a second before responding. “i’ll think about it.”

“that’s fine. here’s my number.” he showed it to you and you typed it in.

as he walked out of class he called back with full confidence, “see you saturday!”

later that evening, you were talking to your dorm mate again, this time at a more reasonable hour. she was in the shower with the curtain closed while you sat on the bathroom countertop.

“so are you going on the date?” she asked.

“probably not. i mean i just met him.”

your friend was smiling behind the curtain, already knowing that was bullshit. “hm, okay.”

saturday approached, and you got a text from jake.

“so are coming to the date?”

you thought about it for a second.

“yeah, what time?”

“3:00?”

“okay, see you.”

“see you ;)”

you smiled at the winky face as you shook your head. you guess it’s true, jake really does get what he wants.

©irkkii ♥︎

[i2sunric]

SAVE ME (I think I’m lost again) — (s.jy) PART 2

PART 1 (19k) ; PART 2 (7k)

PAIRING: nerd!jake x popular!reader (f)

SUMMARY: once the college’s golden girl, you had it all: endless parties, a popular boyfriend, and flawless grades. but behind the spotlight, your mind was slowly unraveling. pretending everything was fine became exhausting, and for the first time, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you anymore. then came Sim Jake, the awkward, quiet nerd you never thought twice about, who somehow saw through every carefully built wall around you. and the more your world fell apart, the more he became the only place that still felt safe.

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ PART 1 BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THIS FIC. mentions of anxiety attacks, panic attacks (slight description), pills consumption, jake is silly (we love him), y/n’s anxiety is mentioned A LOT, alcohol consumption, arguing, fightin (no punches actually), slow burn but they had sex, this is low-key trash (but don’t we all love a little trash sometimes?), jake is VERY desperate, abandonment issues (🙁), i SWEAR it gets better as y/n breaks up with jacob, missionary, (failed) edging, overstimulation, fluff (like, tooth rotting) pet names (baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

WC: 26k (part 1: 19k - part 2: 7k)

PUBLISHED: 29th May 2026

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a/n: hihi! here is the second part <3 i wanted to add a couple of more scenes but honestly i don’t think i have the energy to do so. still please let me know your thoughts! 🫶

You didn't go back to university for a full week. You simply couldn't. The thought of walking through those hallways, of seeing the library where you had studied with Jake, of passing by the bench in the campus park where you had finally ended things with Jacob— it all felt too heavy. 

So you took the week off, told yourself it was a self-care break, and tried to convince your reflection in the mirror that you deserved this time to heal.

Some days were productive: you dragged yourself to the nail salon, settling into the plush chair as a kind woman with steady hands shaped your nails into perfect ovals and painted them a deep burgundy that reminded you of dried roses. 

You watched the color transform your fingers, layer by layer, and thought about how strange it was that something so small could make you feel a little more human. 

You got your hair cut too, just a trim, a few inches off the ends, but it felt like shedding old skin. 

The hairdresser chatted about the holidays while snippets of hair fell around you, and you nodded along, offering polite responses even if your mind was somewhere else entirely.

You went shopping, aimlessly at first, wandering through stores without really seeing the items on the racks.

 But eventually, you found yourself picking up things with purpose. 

A soft cashmere scarf in forest green that felt warm like a hug. A small leather-bound journal, because maybe writing would help. 

A set of copper mugs that reminded you of the ones Jake had in his kitchen…. truthfully you didn't know why you bought them. You just knew they made you feel something other than the numbness that had settled into your bones.

But other days, you didn't leave your bed at all. The curtains stayed drawn as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on your chest. 

You cried until your eyes were puffy and your throat was raw. You slept fitfully, dreams tangled with memories that left you disoriented when you woke. 

You had no energy, no motivation, and certainly no desire to do anything except exist in the fog of your own sorrow.

Jake texted you almost daily. His messages were gentle, never demanding.

jake 🤓💙: Good morning. Just wanted to say hi.

jake 🤓💙: Did you eat today?

jake 🤓💙: I found a funny video of a cat trying to catch a laser pointer… thought you might like it.

And you would reply, sending him little snippets of your days. It was a lifeline, those messages. A thin thread connecting you to the outside world when you felt like disappearing.

When Christmas holidays arrived, you didn't even have to decide whether to go back to university. The break had started, and all your exams were already submitted. You had finished them before everything fell apart, and for that, you were grateful.

Sophia had gone back to her family, and she would stay with them until the 27th. She had hugged you tight before leaving, and made you promise to call her if you needed anything. You had nodded and waved goodbye.

then the dorm was empty.

You had no intention of going back to your own family. You hadn't told them about the breakup with Jacob, but news traveled fast in the way it always did. Jacob's mother had called your mother, and Jacob had painted himself as the victim, of course. 

He had spun the story so that you were the villain, the unstable girlfriend who had cheated on him after everything he had done for you. Your mother had called, and you had let it ring until it went to voicemail. Then she called again… and again.… you ignored every single one.

On the morning of December twenty-fourth, your phone buzzed with a call that you almost didn't answer. 

But when you saw Jake's name on the screen, something in your chest loosened.

"Hello?" you said, your voice still rough from sleep.

"Hey, Y/N." He sounded awkward, the way he always did when he was nervous. "I know this is really last minute, and you can absolutely say no, no pressure at all. But I was wondering… would you maybe want to come celebrate Christmas with my family? My mom would really like for you to come and— uhm I would too. If you wanted.” 

You felt warmth spread through your chest, chasing away some of the cold that had settled there. "Jake, I would love to."

"Really?" His voice cracked with surprise. "I mean— yes! Great. That's great, I'll come pick you up. What time works for you?"

So you packed a small bag, throwing in clothes for a few days, your toiletries, and some last minute gifts you bought during a shopping spree. 

You wrapped them carefully, choosing paper that sparkled under the light and ribbons that curled when you pulled scissors across them. 

It felt good to do something with your hands, it kept your mind busy. 

Jake arrived at your dorm in the early afternoon. When you opened the door, he was standing there with flushed cheeks and a red nose, bundled up in a thick coat and a scarf that was slightly crooked. 

He looked so cute that your heart ached. "Hi." he said, his breath fogging in the cold air.

"Hi.” you replied, and you smiled. It was small and fragile, but it was real.

He took your bag without asking, slinging it over his shoulder, and walked you to his car. 

The ride was long, about three hours long, but it didn't feel draining. 

You talked about everything and nothing. He told you about the Christmas traditions they had. 

You told him about your shopping spree and about how you had cried in the shower that morning but felt a little better afterward.

You sang along to the radio, off-key and laughing, and the miles slipped away.

When Jake pulled into the curb of his family home, the front door burst open before the car had even fully stopped. A golden and white blur came bounding out, barking and wagging her tail so hard her whole body wiggled.

"That's Layla.” Jake said, grinning.

He got out of the car and immediately dropped to his knees, letting the dog jump all over him. 

She licked his face, smeared her paws on his coat, and knocked his glasses askew. 

He laughed, hugging her close, and you felt your chest tighten at the sight.

"Come here, Layla," he said, gesturing for you to approach. "Meet Y/N."

Layla moved over to you, sniffing your hand with enthusiasm before deciding you were acceptable and licking your palm. You laughed, scratching behind her ears, and she leaned into your touch.

"She likes you." Jake said with a soft voice and eyes that shone.

You walked inside together, bags and gifts in hand.  A Christmas tree stood in the middle of the living room, covered in ornaments and twinkling lights while stockings hung by the fireplace.

Jake's mother came out first, a woman with kind eyes and graying hair, and she wrapped her arms around him like she hadn't seen him in years. His father followed, clapping him on the shoulder with a warm smile.

Then their attention shifted to you.

"Oh, you must be Y/N," his mother said, her voice gentle. "Jake has told us so much about you."

You felt your cheeks warm. "It's so nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."

She took your hands in hers, squeezing them. "Sweetheart, Jake told me you've been struggling. But you're brave to try to be better.” She pointed to your chest “That takes real strength."

Your eyes stung with unexpected tears, and you blinked them back. "Thank you.” you whispered.

They showed you around the house, a cozy space filled with family photos and handmade decorations, and then led you up the stairs to Jake's room. 

It was exactly what you had imagined. Neat and organized, with Taekwondo trophies lining the shelves and Marvel posters covering the walls. 

A shelf of comics sat neatly arranged, under it were a desk with a lamp and a stack of books. His bed, made with precise corners, looked inviting and soft.

"We thought you could sleep here," his mother said. "Jake will take the sofa downstairs."

"I can sleep on the sofa," you said, feeling guilty. truly, I don't mind."

But she waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, you’re our guest. And besides, it's Christmas."

You were too tired to argue. You took a long, hot shower, letting the steam ease the tension from your shoulders. 

You changed into your pajamas and collapsed onto Jake's bed. 

The sheets smelled like him, that familiar detergent scent that had become a comfort. You wrapped yourself in his blanket, breathed in deep, and fell asleep.

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Christmas morning arrived with the soft patter of snow against the windows. You woke to a gentle knock on the door, followed by Jake's voice. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Come in.” you mumbled, still half-asleep.

He opened the door, and Layla came bounding in before he could stop her. 

She jumped onto the bed, her paws pressing into your stomach, and proceeded to lick your entire face with enthusiastic abandon.

You laughed, sputtering, trying to push her away gently. "Layla, I love you, but please—"

Jake grabbed her by the collar, pulling her off with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry. She gets excited."

"It's okay," you said, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Good morning to me, I guess."

He smiled, and it was bright and genuine. "Good morning, breakfast is ready when you are."

You went downstairs together, Layla trotting behind you. 

The table was covered with food of all kinds: pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and a plate of cookies that looked homemade. 

Jake's mother beamed as she set out the plates, and his father poured coffee into mugs shaped like snowmen.

You ate until you were full, the conversation light and easy. They asked you about your studies, about your dreams, about your favorite Christmas movies. 

You answered honestly, feeling more at ease than you had in weeks.

After breakfast, you all gathered around the tree. His father handed out the gifts one by one, and you watched as the family exchanged presents with laughter and joy. 

Jake's mother unwrapped the knitted scarf you had made, running her fingers over the uneven stitches.

"You made this?" she asked, her eyes soft.

"I tried," you said, embarrassed. "It's not perfect, I was in a rush."

"It's perfect," she said, and she wrapped it around her neck. "I'll wear it every day."

Jake's father opened the miniature car you had found for him, a vintage model that you had seen in a shop window and thought he might like. 

He examined it with the careful attention of a collector, then looked up at you with a smile. "Thank you, this will look wonderful in my display case."

And then it was Jake's turn. You handed him a small, neatly wrapped box, and he unwrapped it with careful fingers. 

When he saw what was inside, his breath caught.

It was an Iron Man plushie with a little button on its chest. He pressed it, and a voice recording played: "You are special."

His eyes welled up. "Y/N…"

"I recorded it myself," you said, your voice quiet. "I wanted you to hear it whenever you needed to."

He hugged the plushie to his chest, then reached out and pulled you into a hug. 

His arms wrapped around you tight, and you felt his breath warm against your ear. "I love it," 

He whispered. "I love you."

Your heart skipped, but you didn't say anything. 

Then he pulled back, wiping his eyes, and handed you a gift of his own. 

It was a small envelope, and inside were two tickets. You pulled them out, reading the fine print that you recognised, it was the new SPA back in town… the very expensive one. 

"I thought you could go with Sophia," he said, his voice nervous. "Just to relax and unwind. I thought it might help."

You stared at the tickets, then at him. "Jake, this is too much. This must have cost—"

"I wanted to do something nice for you," he said simply. "You've been through so much.. and uhm… I just want you to be happy."

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. "Thank you," you murmured. "Thank you so much."

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The day passed in a blur of food, laughter, and warmth. 

You played board games after lunch, and you lost spectacularly at Monopoly. 

Jake's mother taught you how to make her famous Christmas cookies, and you got flour on your nose, but you were happy to help. 

As evening rolled in, the house grew quiet. His parents went to bed early, tired after the long day, and the lights on the tree were turned off, leaving only the glow of the fireplace.

Jake was about to head to the sofa, but you reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Come with me.” you said.

He looked at you, confused. "But I'm supposed to sleep on the sofa."

"I don't want you to sleep on the sofa," you said. "Come to the room."

He hesitated, but you tugged him along, and he followed. Layla was already asleep in her bed by the fire, fortunately ahe didn’t follow you upstairs. 

You closed the bedroom door behind you, the room illuminated only by the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. 

Jake stood there, unsure, with his hands hanging at his sides awkwardly. 

"Jake," you said, stepping closer to him. "You've been so kind to me. The tickets, the way you've checked on me every day, the way you let me cry on your shoulder…. you've given me so much."

"It's nothing." he said, shaking his head.

"No, it's everything." You reached up and kissed him. Soft at first, a gentle press of your lips against his. 

He made a small sound, and then his hands came up to cup your face, pulling you closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing hard and looked at him. "Lay down." you whispered.

He did, settling onto the bed, and you climbed on top of him. But before you could do anything else, his hands caught your waist.

"Wait," he said, his voice strained. "Are you sure? You asked me to wait…. I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for."

You looked down at him, at his worried eyes and trembling hands. 

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “My body and heart already belong to you… you just have to give my mind time to catch up."

He searched your eyes, looking for any hesitation, and when he found none, he kissed you, deep and passionate, and you melted into him. 

You helped each other out of your pajamas, the fabric sliding away, leaving skin against skin. He laid you down, his body hovering on yours.

His hands roamed your back, your hips, your thighs, touching you like you were something precious.

He was already hard, his thick cock pressing against your thigh with a bead of precum glistening at the tip. 

You reached down, stroking him, and he gasped.

"Tell me what you imagined," you whispered. "When you were here, alone. Did you imagine being fucked? Or did you imagine fucking someone?”

His breath hitched. "Both."

"Then fuck me," you said. "I want to feel you."

He positioned himself at your entrance, with his eyes locked on yours. 

He pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching you, filling you completely. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He began to move, thrusting into you with a rhythm that started steady but quickly became sloppy. 

He was inexperienced, you could tell, and it was so endearing it made your heart ache. “I— uhm.” He gasped, “I’ve never done this before…” 

He was trying so hard, but his hips were uncoordinated. 

“I’ve got you.” So you moved your own hips, meeting his thrusts, guiding him. 

He groaned, burying his face in your neck. He trailed kisses down your body, until he reached your breasts. He kissed the skin there, then sucked it, marking your skin with purple hickeys.

You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, aware of his parents sleeping downstairs.

"I'm going to come," he gasped, his movements becoming frantic.

"Hold it.”  you said, your voice firm but gentle.

He tried. He really did. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched, but his body was betraying him. "I can't—"

"Stop moving," you said. "Breathe with me."

He froze, his cock still buried deep inside you, and took shaky breaths. You held him, stroking his back, calming him downwards.

"Okay," you said after a moment. "Keep going."

He started moving again, but it was too late. "No, no, no—" he gasped, and then he was coming, deep inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled into you.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, with his face buried in your hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I couldn't hold it."

"It's okay.” you said, stroking his back.

He tried to comtinue, to make you shatter on his cock, but it was too much. He was too sensitive. So he pulled out and looked down at your slick, messy thighs. He swallowed, then leaned down, pressing his tongue against your clit.

You gasped, your hips bucking up to meet him. He ate you out with desperate hunger, licking up the mix of his cum and your arousal, his tongue circling your clit until you were trembling.

“Mh— fuck.” You whispered, grasping his hair and guiding his head.

He moaned, putting a finger inside you, then two, stretching you open. “Yes, right there.” you breathed out. 

He took it as a mission to rub agains the spot that made you see stars. And when you came, it was with a broken cry, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

He crawled up, kissed your forehead, and wrapped his arms around you. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," he whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe everything was going to be okay.

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You woke in the middle of the night, your eyes fluttering open in the darkness of Jake's room. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed at 2:47 AM, but even if it was late you felt completely awake, your mind churning with thoughts that wouldn't settle. 

You turned onto your side, watching Jake sleep. His face was relaxed, his lips were slightly parted, and his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 

His glasses were folded neatly on the nightstand, and without them, he looked younger. You reached out, barely brushing your fingers against his cheek, but he stirred anyway.

"Mm?" He blinked, unfocused eyes opening in the darkness. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you whispered. "I just couldn't sleep."

He didn't hesitate. He lifted the blanket, making space for you, and you shifted closer to him, settling into the warmth of his body. 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and you breathed in the familiar scent of his skin. 

You were both back in your pajamas, you in the soft flannel pants and old t-shirt you had worn to sleep, him in a pair of sweatpants and a thin long-sleeved shirt.

"Better?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

"Better.” you said, and you meant it.

You lay there in the quiet with the rhythm of his heartbeat steady against your ear. 

But your mind was still restless, full of questions that had been lingering in the back of your thoughts for weeks.

"Jake?" you said softly.

"Mm?" He murmured. 

"Can I ask you something?" He shifted, looking down at you. "Of course."

"What do you want to do after you graduate?"

He was quiet for a moment, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your back. When he spoke, his voice was thoughtful. "I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually." He paused. "I'd really like to teach Taekwondo to little kids."

You lifted your head to look at him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah." There was a soft smile on his face, visible even in the dim light. "My instructor... he was patient. He taught me that strength isn't just about being able to hit harder, it's about discipline, and respect, and knowing when not to fight." He swallowed. "I want to be that for some kid. Maybe help one just like me."

You felt your heart swell, and you pressed your hand against his chest. "That's beautiful, Jake."

He shrugged, embarrassed. "I don't know if I can make a living with it, butt maybe with my major, I could get a part-time job in a company, doing statistical analysis. I just... I want to do something that matters."

"It matters," you said firmly. "It matters so much."

He looked at you then, his eyes soft. "What about you, baby? What do you want to do?"

The nickname made your heart flutter. You were sure it had slipped out in the intimacy of the moment, but you didn’t want to shatter it by pointing it out. 

You looked away, staring at the wall, at the Marvel posters that watched over the room.

"I don't know," you admitted. "I'm majoring in Economics, but... truthfully, I hate it."

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You had never said them out loud before, not even to yourself.

"I only did it because my parents thought I should get a stable job," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "They said Economics was practical, that I could always get a job with it. That I shouldn't waste my potential on something frivolous."

"But you don't like it." Jake pointed ou.

"I don't," you said. "I hate every single class. I hate the numbers, and the graphs, I feel like I'm drowning in something I don't even care about."

He was quiet, letting you speak. "But I think..." You took a shaky breath. "I think I want to become a kindergarten teacher."

The words felt fragile, like they might shatter if you said them too loudly. But Jake's hand stilled on your back, and he looked at you with an expression so full of warmth it made your eyes sting.

"A kindergarten teacher?" he repeated.

"I want to sing with kids," you said, the dream spilling out of you now. "I want to help them draw, and make little crafts for their parents. I want to teach them the alphabet, and read them stories, and watch them figure out the world for the first time. I want to be the person who makes them feel safe and happy and excited to learn."

You laughed, a little embarrassed. "It sounds stupid."

"It doesn't sound stupid at all," Jake said, his voice firm. "It sounds perfect."

You looked at him, searching for any hint of insincerity, but there was none.

"I'll help you achieve it," he said. "Whatever you need. I'll help you study for the exams, I'll help you find programs, I'll even help you tell your parents if you want me to.” His eyes were full of determination, “Whatever it takes, I'm with you."

Your throat tightened, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "You're already part of my dream, Jake.”

He blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "When I imagine my future, I see a classroom full of little kids. But I also see you, I see you coming home after teaching Taekwondo, and I see us making dinner together, and I see lazy Sundays on the couch with Layla… I see you in every single part of it."

His breath caught. "Y/N..."

"You're not just part of my dream," you said, your voice breaking. "You are my dream."

He kissed you then, soft and tender, and you melted into him. When you broke apart, his eyes were glistening. "I love you.” he whispered.

You didn’t say it back just yet, but you pressed yourself closer, letting him feel it with your body.

You fell asleep in his arms, wrapped up in each other, the future no longer a terrifying unknown but something to look forward to.

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The next few days passed in a warm blur. 

Jake's mother sent you home with so many leftovers that you had to use two bags to carry them all: tupperware containers of cookies, slices of cake and a whole ham that she insisted you take. 

Jake laughed as he helped you load everything into the car, and you tried to protest, but she wouldn't hear of it.

"You look too worn-out," she said, patting your cheek. "Eat."

Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was December thirty-first, New Year's Eve.

You knew what was your plan: Jay, one of Sophia’s friend, was throwing a party, and the invitation extended to you. His parties were always popular, full of drunken college kids, weed, and even a dance floor he had bought from Amazon. 

You chewed your lip, glancing at the time. 

You had been nervous about asking Jake to come to a party. He wasn't the type for crowded rooms and loud music, but you wanted him there. You wanted to share that part of your world with him.

You spent the whole morning gathering courage, typing and deleting messages, until finally, you sent one.

You: hey! so, a friend of a friend is throwing a party tonight and i was wondering if u wanted to come 🥺

jake 🤓💙: I don't know, Y/N. Parties aren't really my thing.

You: heeseung will be there too! and i'll be with you the whole time, i promise. 

You: if it gets too much, we can leave whenever you want

jake 🤓💙: Okay. For you.

You spent the whole afternoon getting ready, you put on a mini glittery skirt that caught the light every time you moved, paired with a black top that showed just enough skin. 

You curled your hair, put on a bit of makeup, and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

You looked good and you felt even better. 

Together with Sophia you drove to Jake's place ajd when he opened the door, your breath caught.

He was wearing dark jeans and a simple button-down shirt, but he looked so handsome it made your heart ache. 

He had done something different with his hair, probably added some gel, and then you noticed— he was wearing contacts. 

His brownish eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, were fully visible, and they were beautiful.

"You look amazing.” you said. “A total ride.”

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look incredible too, Y/N."

Sophia wolf-whistled from the car, and Jake's blush deepened.

"Let's go." you said, grabbing his hand.

The party was already packed when you arrived. Jay's house was massive, with a sprawling backyard and a living room that had been converted into the dance floor. 

Sophia disappeared into the crowd almost immediately, spotting a friend across the room and waving at you over her shoulder. 

You held Jake's hand tightly as you wove through the crowd, your fingers intertwined.

Almost every person you passed greeted you. "Y/N! Happy New Year!" 

"Good to see you!" 

"You look great, Y/N!"

Jake looked at you with wide eyes. "You know everyone here?"

"Not everyone," you said, laughing. "But I know a lot of them."

You reached the kitchen, where Jay was mixing shots with Sunghoon and Heeseung. The counter was lined with bottles and plastic cups, and the three of them were laughing about something.

When Heeseung saw Jake, he broke into a grin. "Jake! Man, good to see you here!"

Jake relaxed visibly, and the two of them started talking, falling into easy conversation. 

You felt a wave of relief at the thought that he had someone he knew, someone who could help him feel less out of place.

You took a single shot, the burn sliding down your throat, but your friends ganged up on Jake.

"Come on, one shot!" Jay said, pushing a cup into his hand.

"I don't really—" ahe tried to resist.

"Just one!" Jake looked at you, and you shrugged, smiling. He downed it, grimacing. "Another!" Sunghoon said.

"No, I—" Jake waved his hands. "Another!" He took a second. And then a third, because Jay was very insistent.

By the time he was done, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were a little glassy. "I think I'm drunk.” he said, blinking slowly.

"Just a little.” you said, laughing.

Someone dragged him to play beer pong, and you watched as he fumbled with the ping pong balls, missing the cups entirely.

He was out of his comfort zone, but he was trying, and you were so proud of him you thought your heart might burst.

But the room started closing in after a while. The music was too loud and the bodies too close

You felt your chest tighten, that familiar wave of anxiety creeping up your spine.

You slipped away, out the back door, into the cool night air. Despite the winter biting chill, the cold temperature grounded you. 

You sat on a small stone wall, wrapping your arms around yourself, breathing in the cold until your lungs ached. The stars were barely visible through the city lights, but you stared up at them anyway, trying to keep your mind occupied 

Not even ten minutes later, you heard footsteps coming towards you. "Found you."

You looked up, and Jake was standing there, his silhouette outlined by the glow from the house.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean to disappear."

He sat down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "It's okay, I noticed you were gone and figured you might need some air."

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "You're very popular, you know. Every single person in there knows you."

"I guess so." You shrugged. 

"It's not very my crowd," he said, and there was no judgment in his voice. 

You were quiet for a moment. "I don't think it's my crowd anymore either."

He looked at you, surprised menus. "Really?"

"Really." You sighed. "I used to love parties. I used to love the noise and the chaos and the feeling of being surrounded by people. But now... I don't know, It just feels exhausting. I'd rather be somewhere quiet.” You smiled up at him “With you."

He didn't say anything, but his arm tightened around you.

You noticed him blinking rapidly, squinting into the distance. You cupped his face, turning him towards you. "Jake?" you said softly. "Are your contacts bothering you?"

He looked sheepish, his cheeks flushing. "I'm not used to wearing them. But I wanted to look cool for tonight."

Your heart ached. "You’re cool even with your glasses and you don't have to change yourself to fit in. You're good the way you are."

He stared at you, his eyes vulnerable. "You really think so?"

"I know so." He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, and you closed your eyes, breathing him in.

And then a voice cut through the night like a blade. "Look, the mentally ill and the nerd together."

You both turned. Jacob was standing a few feet away, with a smug smile on his face. 

Minjee was at his side, looking very uncomfortable, her eyes were fixed on the ground.

Jake got up immediately, with a tensw body and fists clenched to his sides. He stepped forward, dangerously close to Jacob.

"Jake, don't," you said, standing and reaching for his arm. "He's not worth it, just ignore him."

But Jacob wasn't done. "What's the matter, Jake? Happy with my leftovers?"

Jake's jaw tightened. "She's not leftovers, she's worth ten of you."

"Oh, is that so?" Jacob laughed. "You're pathetic. After you fucked her, you—"

Jake moved so fast you barely saw it. One moment he was standing beside you, the next he had Jacob on the ground, his arm twisted behind his back, with a knee pressing into his spine. It was a perfect Taekwondo takedown, clean and precise.

Jacob let out a pained grunt, struggling to get up. "Get off me!"

"Apologize.”  Jake said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Fuck you!" Jacob spattered.

Jake pressed harder, and Jacob yelped. "Apologize to Y/N."

"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry!" Jake held him for a moment longer, then released him, stepping back. Jacob scrambled to his feet, his face was red with humiliation. 

Jake turned to you with his hand outstretched. "Let's go inside."

You took his hand, and he led you back into the party, leaving Jacob alone. 

You pulled him onto the dance floor, the music thrumming through your body. Reggaeton played through the speakers, a heavy beat that made you want to move.

"That was very badass.” you said, shouting over the music.

He blushed, the red reaching his ears. "I don't know about that."

"I do." You started dancing together, your bodies moving to the rhythm. 

You pressed close to him, your hips brushing against his and your arms looping around his neck. He was a little drunk, his movements were slightly uncoordinated, but he was so cute it made your head spin.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Thank you."

"For what?" You tilted your head, confused.

"For letting me into your world." You pulled back, looking at him. His eyes were earnest, vulnerable, and oh so full of love.

"Thank you for being in it.” you said.

And then you kissed him, right there on the dance floor, with the music pounding and the lights flashing and the crowd cheering around you. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you melted into him.

The new year hadn't even started yet, but you already knew it was going to be the best one yet.

──── ──── ──── ୨ৎ ──── ──── ────

May arrived with a burst of warmth and sunshine, painting the campus in shades of gold and green. The trees that had been bare during winter were now full with leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. 

The air smelled like freshly cut grass and the faint sweetness of blooming flowers, and everywhere you looked, there were students in black gowns, posing for pictures with families and friends.

You stood in the middle of the quad, your own gown rustling around your ankles. The fabric was stiff and slightly itchy, but you didn't care. 

In your hand, you held your diploma, a thick piece of paper with your name on it, proof that you had made it through four years of exams, sleepless nights, anxiety attacks, and moments where you thought you wouldn't survive.

But you did survive. You were there.

You and your friends had taken dozens of pictures already, Sophia fussing over your cap while Mina beamed with pride. 

But there was only one person you wanted to find.

You walked across the square, your heels clicking against the pavement. The sun was warm on your shoulders, and you felt light, almost giddy. Months of ups and downs, of fighting and making up, of learning to trust and to let go— it had all led to this moment.

You spotted them near the old oak tree by the humanities building. Jay and Sunghoon were there, both in their gowns and laughing about something. And beside them, talking animatedly with his hands, was Jake.

He was wearing his gown too woth his cap slightly askew and his glasses perched on his nose. 

He looked exactly the same as the day you had met him at the gala: nerdy, awkward, and a little bit clumsy. 

But his face lit up when he saw you, and that smile, that beautiful, genuine smile, made your heart skip a beat.

"Y/N!" he called out, and he started jogging toward you.

You met him halfway, and before you could say anything, he spun you around. 

Your gown flared out, your cap nearly flew off, but you laughed, a sound so pure and joyful it surprised even you.

"We did it!" he said, setting you down. "We're free! No more assignments and no more exams and no more all-nighters!"

"We did it.” you echoed, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"You look really good in your gown," he said, changing the subject. "I have flowers for you. They're in my car, I forgot to bring them to the ceremony because I was running late, but—"

"Jake," you interrupted, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yeah?" He tilted his head, listening. 

You took a deep breath. The words had been building inside you for months, and now they spilled out, unstoppable. "I want us to be real."

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." You swallowed, your hands trembling slightly. "I want us to be a couple, like… officially. I want to call you my boyfriend without hesitating and I want to be your girlfriend too.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at you like you had just handed him the world.

"I'm ready," you continued, the words tumbling out. "I've almost stopped my anxiety medication entirely. The doctor said I'm doing well, and with university over, I'll have less stress. I can focus on us.”

You took his hand in yours. “On our relationship… I want to be with you, Jake, completely. I want you to be mine."

The silence that followed was deafening. 

And then Jake's face broke into the widest grin you had ever seen.

He grabbed you, pulling you into a hug so tight it squeezed the air out of your lungs. "Yes," he said, his voice muffled against your hair. "Yes, yes, yes."

You laughed, tears prickling at your eyes. "Is that a yes?"

He pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. "That's a thousand yeses. I've been waiting for you to be ready, but I would have waited forever, Y/N."

"I love you.” you said, the words falling from your lips like they had always belonged there.

His breath caught. "Say that again."

"I love you." You repeated.

He kissed you then, right there in front of everyone. 

His lips pressed against yours, warm and insistent, and you melted into him, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his gown. 

The world around you disappeared, there was only him, and you, and the taste of salt and sweetness on his lips.

When he pulled away, his eyes were glistening. "Say it again."

"I love you, Jake."

He buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much it scares me."

You held him, your hand cradling the back of his head. "Thank you," you said softly.

"For what?" He questioned. 

"For helping me find myself again."

He pulled back, shaking his head. "You did that all by yourself, Y/N. I just encouraged you from the sidelines."

"No," you said. "You understood me and you never once forced me to be something I wasn't. You never made me pretend to be fine when I wasn't.”

You bit your lip nervously, “You let me be broken, and you stayed anyway. That's not nothing… that’s— that's everything."

He kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips again. "I'll always stay."

Jay cleared his throat. "Okay, you two are making the rest of us single people jealous. Let's go celebrate."

Jake laughed, wiping his eyes. "Yeah, let's go."

You took his hand, intertwining your fingers, and walked off together toward the future.

THE END.

[stwryun]

Hii! Is there any chance that you have a good recommendation for a long Jake fic? I really want to read something but just can‘t find anything long enough 😓💔

YESSS !!!!

➤ complementary — the physics of your body , part two | jake loved physics as much as he loved you [ brothers best friend ]

➤ out of luck , part two | In which Sim Jaeyun becomes the only genuinely good, unfairly lucky thing that’s ever happened to you… and just like everything else in your life, good things have a way of slipping right through your fingers. So now you have to figure it out, fix it, or risk losing the only thing that ever felt right before you run Out of Luck [ roommates au ]

➤ anti hero | "You need to get laid," his roommates pointed out one day, ruining his perfectly planned college life. Thinking that his roommates were just looking out for him, Jake found himself in a world that he seems to be unfamiliar with — having a fuck buddy, and that's with a little help from you, Decelis University's "golden girl." [ friends with benefits ]

➤ volume 3 ☆ jake sim — the first love trope | you, a quiet girl who is the introvert of all introverts, never thought you would befriend the most popular boy in school by having the same music taste. what songs are you going to show him next? [ first love trope ]

➤ two peas in a pod | You love Jake, but believing you are a Beta who can never truly satisfy his Omega nature, you push him away only to realize during a dramatic twenty-first birthday presentation that you were his fated Alpha all along [ friends to lovers ]

➤ a real man | Jake Sim, son of one of the most wealthiest CEOs in Australia. Who also happens to be the man your parents set you to marry at 20 years old, and now—five years later, the father of your child. You and Jake have a..rocky relationship to say the least. The real question is, who’s going to be the first to break? [ arranged marriage ]

➤ the bet , bonus | Jake sim, one of the most popular boys in school makes it his goal to have you fall for him, a simple bet with his friends. Little does he know, he’ll be the one falling to his knees for you [ bet au ]

➤ the summer i got horny | nerdy sim jaeyun is sweating buckets when the baddie he's been crushing on sits in his lap on a two-hour road trip. [ friends sister ]

➤ AW SHIT, HERE WE GO AGAIN | IN WHICH jake keeps telling himself he’s fine with whatever this thing between you is, so he decides that a friends with benefits situation with his best friend's girlfriend's best friend, who also happens to be his other best friend's older sister, is a completely reasonable idea. until he wakes up alone for the nth time and realizes that this friends with benefits situation is not benefiting him at all. [ friends with benefits ]

➤ eat me up | in which jake knows you’re bad for him, but he just can’t help himself. after all, in the end, the answer is always you. nobody else matters. not even the guy you’re seeing, his friend, sunghoon [ friends with benefits ]

➤ give me tough love | Jake's always liked pretty things, and you're the prettiest he's ever seen. Another thing about Jake? He always gets what he wants [ omegaverse ]

➤ tension theory | You were just Heeseung’s girlfriend’s cousin—quiet, polite, a little too naive for your own good. Then you met his friends. Now you’re in the middle of a spiraling mess of jealousy, bad decisions, emotional whiplash and two boys who treat boundaries like suggestions. Oops. [ love triangle ]

➤ friction principle | You thought things would calm down after the confessions, the crying, the sex. After fists were thrown and secrets dragged out into the open. But Jake is still mean, Sunghoon is still quiet, and now you're still stuck somewhere in the middle—aching for something that feels like love but tastes like possession. [ love triangle ]

➤ preacher's daughter | in the early 2000s, in some small, rural town, your religious and restrained life collides with jake sim, who makes you doubt everything you know and want to explore more of the world [ outsider!jake x preachersdaughter!reader ]

➤ the fifth floor theory , part two | in which jake sim, the campus golden boy and star soccer captain, isn't supposed to find anything on the fifth floor of the library except a quiet place to study. but instead? he finds you, the wallflower who refuses to treat him like everyone else does. [ soccer captain!jake x wallflower fem!reader ]

➤ of all the people in the world | You know you should be ecstatic about the invitation to Chaewon’s and Jaemin’s wedding in your mailbox, but you can’t help the nerves gnawing away at your stomach. There are too many things you’ve left unresolved after moving to Seoul—your aunt, your friends, and most of all Sim Jaeyun, the boy you’ve never let yourself love. [ childhood friends to lovers ]

➤ sunflower | You have lived in apartment 3B for two years. You know your neighbors the way you know background characters — familiar, unremarkable, just part of the scenery. Which is why it’s strange that you’ve never properly noticed the man in 3A. Until 6:58 on a Tuesday morning when someone knocks on your door and you open it to find not him, but her. Small. Round-cheeked. Duck pajamas. Absolutely certain of herself. You fall for his daughter first. Jake is just the complication that comes after. But god, what a complication [ single dad au ]

➤ things i know that i can't have | jake's life was hard enough before he fell for you—balancing uni, football, and being a good christian son. in some cruel twist of fate, sleeping with you has only made things harder—and, according to sunghoon (and scripture), damned him to hell the first time he thought about it. [ fwb to lovers ]

➤ under the table | you and sim jaeyun have been academic rivals for as long as you can remember, competing intensely to beat the other in every class you've ever shared. for years, you've hidden your feelings for him, burying them deep down where jake can't find them, and you're hellbent on ensuring he never discovers your secret [ academic rivals to fwb to lovers ]

➤ bruises [ strangers to implied lovers ]

➤ manchild | you’re trouble, and jake sim knows it. you flirt like it’s your job, wear sin like perfume, and make men beg without even trying. he’s the only cowboy who doesn’t chase you. so naturally, he’s the only one you want. [ cowboy jake ] this fic changed the trajectory of my life no cap 🤞🤤

➤ RULE NUMBER 1: DON'T FALL IN LOVE | your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous! [ fake dating ]

➤ Love, Lies, and Sim Jake, part two | You were the quiet girl with the not-so-quiet crush on Jake Sim—campus heartbreaker, smooth talker, and everything you should’ve stayed away from. But when a bet turns your name into a game, the rules change fast. He didn’t expect to fall for you… and you didn’t expect to find out. Now it’s your move—and this time, you’re not playing nice. [ campus heartbreaker ]

➤ call me when you hate me less | Jake Sim was a walking academic hazard—hot, broody, and failing just about everything that wasn’t football. Enter you, his new tutor: organized, overachieving, and absolutely not here for his attitude or his annoyingly perfect lips. But between late night study sessions, petty insults, and one very inconvenient almost-kiss, things start spiraling—fast. He’s supposed to be you project. You are supposed to hate him. Instead, you both are one sarcastic comment away from either a breakdown or a makeout, and honestly, it could go either way. [ enemies to lovers ]

➤ off limits, part two, part three, epilogue | your older brother has always told you “no boys” and his friends “sister is off limits”, which always worked until everyone comes back home from college and you see how grown up his best friend has become [ brothers best friend ] this was soo fucking good, read this in one sitting , peak 🔛🔝

➤ just one more taste | Jake considers himself the luckiest man alive. After turning his deepest breeding fantasies into reality, filling you raw night after night until you were pregnant again and again, he built the big, perfect family he always dreamed of. With the family complete, he finally slips a ring on your finger vowing forever to keep you happy, adored, and being the man who’d give you the world just to see you smile. [ impregnator jake ] just smut

➤ the great valentines heist , part two | jake sim has been your best friend your entire life–even longer if you count the months spent in your mothers’ wombs. your moms (also best friends) have been hoping, praying, and not-so-discreetly begging for you and jake to be a couple for as long as you can remember. after eighteen years of dealing with it, you’ve had enough. you pitch your solution to jake: pretend you finally are a couple, only to prove the point of how you’re better off as friends. but as the line between what’s real and what’s fake blurs, you start to wonder… are you really? [ friends to lovers ]

➤ frenzy , part two | Jake is experiencing real love for the first time in his life. He’s so infatuated with you that he would do anything to make you understand. And you? Oh, you are in no place to argue with a man who appears to be perfect. 

➤ loyal puppy | Ever since your boyfriend Jake transformed from his nerdy high-school self into the university's star football player, you've become everything you thought you’d never be. Jealous. Anxious. Clingy. But Jake really doesn't mind your newfound possessiveness. He encourages it, even. So when he defies expectations again to star in a musical with a stunning costar, you spiral. Now, the “lowkey” relationship you once insisted on gets jeopardized under the weight of your own insecurities. [ secret!relationship au ] anothee one of my favs , im going to re read it :p

➤ no doubts | struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you. [ idol jake ]

[jaehyp]

𝖭𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖠'𝖲 𝖡𝖮𝖸 ─ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗃𝗒.

! pairing: idol bf jake x idol gf reader

!! synopsis: backstage your "best friend" has a habit of letting you have your way with him. tonight, he's not leaving until you admit how much you love it when he calls you noona even if he has to beg.

!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub jake who's pussy drunk, dom reader, 69, piv, spit kink, overstimulation, tit play, degrading, multiple orgasims, jake got a noona kink, reader is a couple months older, js straight filth

!! wc: 3k

!! a/n: i will never ever get tired of writing sub jake anyways ty for the request i honestly wouldn't have thought of such a delicious idea, hope u likey

The show ended an hour ago. The crowd had faded into the quiet hum of staff packing up equipment, and members trickling out to vans. You should be in your own dressing room wiping off stage makeup and heading home like everyone else.

Instead, you're here. Door locked, the muffled sounds of the outside world barely registering.

Jake is sitting in the worn armchair in the corner of his dressing room. Legs spread, shirt half unbuttoned, watching you with that look he gets when you're alone.

He didn't put himself in that chair. You did. You pushed him down into it the second the lock clicked, and he went without resistance, because that's who he is with you. Eager and desperate to please.

You're straddling him now, knees on either side of his thighs, the thin fabric of your stage skirt riding up your legs. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles through the material, but he's not gripping. Not guiding. He's waiting. He always waits for you.

"You're staring," you murmur, looping your arms around his neck.

"Can you blame me?" His voice is low, a little breathless. "You looked so good on stage tonight, noona."

There it is. That word. Delivered with a smile that's just shy of teasing, eyes glittering with amusement. He knows exactly what he's doing.

You roll your eyes. "Don't start."

"Start what?" His thumbs press a little deeper into your hips, while giving you puppy eyes. "I'm just complimenting you. You're older, you're wiser, you're sooo experienced. I should respect you."

"You're mocking me."

"I would never." He leans forward, his lips brushing the curve of your jaw. "Respect your elders, right, noona?"

Your fingers tighten in his hair. You should correct him. But his mouth is trailing down your neck now, soft and warm, and he's still murmuring that word against your skin like a prayer.

Noona. Noona. Noona.

"You're insufferable," you manage, but your voice comes out shakier than you intended.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, and that teasing glint is still there, but underneath it is something hungrier. "You love it."

"I hate it."

"Liar." He nips at your bottom lip. "You get so wet every time I say it. I can feel you through your panties, noona."

Heat floods your cheeks. He's right. You hate how much you love it, hate the way your body reacts every single time that word leaves his mouth. But you'll never admit it. Not to him.

"You're so full of yourself."

"Stop acting like you don’t love it." His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. You can feel how hard he is through his pants, and the contact makes you both gasp. "See? You can't even pretend anymore."

"Shut up, Jake."

You crash your mouth against his, kissing him hard and deep, and he groans into it like he's been waiting. His tongue slides against yours, messy and desperate, and his hands roam your body like he's trying to memorize every curve. He's always like this sweet and obedient until you give him an inch, and then he's everywhere.

But you're still in control. You pull back first, leaving him chasing your lips with a whine.

"Take off your pants," you say.

He scrambles to obey, lifting his hips to shove his pants down his thighs, boxers following. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking, and you watch him squirm under your gaze.

"You're staring," he says mimicking you from earlier with a shaky laugh in his voice.

"Can you blame me?" You reach down and wrap your hand around him, watching his head fall back against the chair. "You're so pretty like this, Jake. All desperate and whiny."

"I'm not whiny-"

You squeeze gently. He whines.

"Not whiny at all," you agree, smiling. "You're gonna listen to what I say right?"

He nods, eyes blown wide.

You shift off his lap, only to reposition each other on a nearby couch. You climb over him again, swinging your leg over his head until you're facing his lower body and straddling his face. He gets the idea immediately. His hands grab your thighs, pulling you down until your center hovers just above his mouth.

"Wait," you say, and he freezes.

You lean forward, lowering yourself until your mouth is level with his cock. When your breath hits his skin he shudders beneath you.

"You eat me out. I'll suck you off. And if you're good-" you drag your tongue up the length of him just once, just enough to make him whimper " maybe I'll let you cum."

"Fuck," he breathes. "Noona, you're going to kill me."

"Probably." You wrap your lips around the tip and suck gently. "Now shut up and get to work."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

His mouth finds you immediately, tongue parting your folds with an eagerness that makes your hips buck forward. He's messy about it he always has been, too hungry to be neat but he knows exactly where to put his tongue. He laps at your clit in broad strokes, then sucks gently, then does it again, and you have to pull off his cock just to gasp for air.

"Fuck, Jakey-"

He hums against you in response, the vibration shooting up your spine, and you can feel him smiling. That smug little shit.

You retaliate by taking him deeper, swallowing him down until your nose presses against his pelvis. He chokes on a moan, his hips jerking up, and his rhythm falters for just a second before he doubles down.

But then he pauses. His mouth leaves you, and you feel his breath hot against your inner thigh.

"You know what would make this better?" he asks, voice thick.

You lift your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder. "If you stopped talking?"

"If you admitted you love when I call you noona." You can hear the grin in his voice. "Say it. Just once. 'Jake, I love when you call me noona.'"

"I will bite you."

"That's not a no."

You drop your head back down and take him in your mouth again, hoping to shut him up. He groans, hips stuttering, but he's not done.

"That's not how this works, noona," he says, and the word is muffled because he's burying his face back between your legs, but you still hear it.

His tongue finds your clit again, and this time he's relentless fast and firm and exactly how you like it. Your legs start to shake. Your mouth goes slack around his cock.

"There she is," he murmurs against you. "There's my good girl. You gonna cum for me, noona? Gonna soak my face and pretend you hate me?"

You want to tell him to shut up. You want to pull his hair and remind him who's in charge. But you're so close, so fucking close, and his tongue is doing that thing and his hands are gripping your thighs so tight they'll bruise and he's still saying it, noona noona noona like a fucking mantra.

You cum with his name on your tongue, except it comes out wrong, comes out shaky and desperate and exactly what he wanted to hear.

He moans against you through it, drinking you down, and when you finally go limp above him he pulls his mouth away just long enough to say, "See? I knew you loved it."

You hate him. You hate him so much.

But he's still hard and leaking against your lips, and you took it upon yourself to finish what you started.

You crawl off him and he sits up. Both of you are a mess. His hair is sticking up in twenty directions. His chest is covered in sweat and spit. His eyes are glazed over, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

You're not much better.

But you're also not done with him.

You settle back between his thighs, fingers tracing lazily along his hip, feeling the way his muscles jump under your touch. He's watching you with those desperate hazy eyes, already trembling again just from the anticipation.

You don't say anything. You just look at him really look at him and let the silence stretch until he can't take it anymore.

"Noona?" His voice cracks. It's small. Fragile. Nothing like the teasing tone from earlier. His lower lip trembles and his eyes are glassy, wet at the corners. He's holding back tears. "Noona, did I- did I not do good?"

Your heart falters.

"I did everything you said," he continues, voice wobbling. "I was good. I didn't complain. I let you- I let you do whatever you wanted. You said if I was good I could-" He stops, swallows hard, and a single tear slips down his cheek. "You said I could cum, noona. You promised."

He's whining now, high and desperate, hips twitching like he can't help chasing friction. His cock is still hard, flushed red, leaking against his stomach. He looks wrecked. Completely wrecked.

"Please," he whispers. "Please, noona. I'll be better. I'll be so much better. Just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it. I'll do anything. Just please don't- don't leave me like this."

His hands reach for you but stop halfway, remembering he's not allowed to touch without permission. Instead they fall back against the couch, fingers curling into the fabric like he needs something to hold onto.

"Did I not make you feel good?" His voice breaks on the last word. "I thought- I thought made you feel good. You made a mess all over me and you kept saying my name and I thought you were happy. I thought I was doing good."

Another tear falls. Then another.

He's not even trying to hide it anymore.

Your thumbs brush away his tears, slow and gentle, as you lean in until your forehead touches his.

"Hey," you whisper. "Hey, look at me."

His glassy eyes meet yours, wet and scared and so vulnerable it makes your chest ache.

"You did so good," you say softly, firmly, like you need him to hear it and understand. "So fucking good, Jake."

He sniffles, lower lip still trembling. "But I-"

"Shhh." You shake your head, thumbs still stroking his cheekbones. "You were perfect. You did everything I asked. You let me have you however I wanted. You're being good I like it a lot."

A shaky breath escapes him.

"I'm not leaving you like anything," you continue, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm right here. I've got you. You're my good boy, okay? My good, pretty boy who did everything right."

He blinks, more tears spilling over. "Then why did you stop?"

You smile softly, kissing the other corner of his mouth. "Because I wanted to look at you. Because you're perfect everything about you is and I wanted to remember every second of it."

A broken sound leaves his throat.

"You want to cum, baby?" you ask, lips brushing against his.

He nods frantically, hands still fisted in the couch fabric, still obeying even now. "Please, noona. Please im so needy for you, just wanna feel you."

"You will," you promise, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

He gets shy at the thought of it and tries to hide his smile.

"That's my boy," you whisper, and you lean down to kiss him soft and slow and full of everything you can't say. He melts into it, tears wet against your cheeks, and when you finally pull away, his eyes are still glassy but the panic is gone.

He doesn't hesitate. "I need you so bad. I've been thinking about you all day. All week. Every time I see you I just want to -" He cuts himself off with a shuddering breath as you squeeze gently.

"You just want to what?"

"I want to be inside you," he admits, voice barely above a whisper. "I want- I want to make you feel good too. I want to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Please, noona. Please let me."

You hold his wrists against the back of the couch. His hips buck up involuntarily, grinding against you and it's a mess. His leaking pre cum mixes with yours, both of you still slick and sticky from before, Jake's own spit still wet on your skin. The slide is filthy, and you can feel him growing hard again beneath you, pressing between your swollen folds.

You roll your hips slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes, noona it feels so fucking good," he gasps. "Noona, please-"

You keep moving, slow and torturous, and his eyes roll back. His fingers curl into fists above his head but he doesn't lower them, doesn't try to touch you. He's being so good. So obedient.

"You're going to cum like this just from a little grinding," you tell him. "Like a teenage boy. And you're going to thank me for it."

He moans, loud, and you press your hand over his mouth.

"Quiet. Someone could hear."

His eyes widen. His hips stutter. The thought of getting caught, of someone walking past and hearing him fall apart for you it pushes him closer. You can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his breathing goes ragged against your palm.

"Imagine if a staff member walked in right now," you whisper in his ear. "Imagine if they saw you like this. Their precious Jake. Begging. Whining. About to cum because his noona told him to."

Thats all it takes.

His whole body goes rigid, his mouth opening in a silent cry against your hand, his hips jerking up into you as he spills in the space between the both of you. You watch his face the whole time, drinking in every expression, every twitch, every broken sound he can't quite hold back.

When it's over, he slumps against the couch out of breath, wrists going limp in your grip. His face is flushed, his eyes are wet, and he looks completely wrecked.

Beautiful.

You release his wrists and cup his face in both hands, tilting his head up.

"You did so good," you murmur. "Such a good boy for me."

He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Noona..."

"I know." You kiss his forehead softly. "I know."

He's still hard. You can feel it. One orgasm isn't enough for him and you have no intention of stopping here.

"You can touch," you tell him.

His hands fly to your waist immediately, gripping tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear. But you grab his wrists and guide them higher, up to your chest, pressing his palms flat against your breasts.

"Here," you say softly. "I want you here."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers curl around the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and you shiver at the contact. He's learning by watching your face, paying attention to what makes your breath catch. When he circles his thumb around one nipple, your hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding against his length again.

"Yeah," you breathe. "Just like that."

He gains confidence, squeezing and kneading, pinching lightly just to watch you gasp. Your head falls back and you let him play. Let him explore. His touch is worshipping, desperate, like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

"Noona," he whines, hips bucking up. "Please. I need- I need you so bad."

You look down at him wrecked, hard, completely at your mercy and you feel a surge of affection so strong it almost hurts.

"I know, baby." You lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head, and let your tits brush against his chest. He tries to chase your mouth but you pull back just out of reach. "Tell me what you want."

"You," he gasps. "Just you. Always you."

"That's not specific enough."

His fingers dig into your hips, desperate. "I want you to ride me. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you cum around me. Please, noona. Please."

You reward him by lowering yourself just enough for the tip of him to press against your entrance. He moans, loud and broken, and his head falls back against the couch.

"Say it again," you whisper.

"Noona," he breathes. "My noona. Please tell me you love it. Please tell me you love when I call you that."

You sink down just an inch.

"I love it," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "I love when you call me noona. I love the way it sounds coming from your mouth. I love how desperate you get.

A sob catches in his throat.

"I love it, Jake. I love when my good boy calls me noona."

You sink down fully, taking all of him in one slow, steady motion, and the sound he makes is inhuman. His back arches off the couch, mouth open in a silent scream, and you feel him throbbing inside you immediately.

You don't move at first. You just sit there, full of him, watching him come undone beneath you.

"Spit," you say suddenly.

His eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure. "What?"

"Spit in my mouth."

Something dark flashes across his face. He reaches up, fingers trembling, and gathers saliva in his mouth. Then you lean down, lips parting, and he lets it fall from his lips to yours, warm and wet and obscene. You catch it on your tongue, moan at the taste of him, and then you lean back up and let it drip from your mouth down onto his chest.

"Again," you whisper.

He does it again. And again. Each time more desperate, more sloppy, until both of you are covered in spit and sweat and the evidence of how badly you want each other.

Then you start to move.

You ride him slow at first, which has him gasping your name. His hands find your tits again, playing with them, pinching and pulling until you're crying out above him. Every flick of his thumb sends a jolt through your body, makes you clench around him, makes him moan.

"Harder," he begs. "Please, noona, harder. I can take it. I'll take whatever you give me."

So you give him more. You bounce on his cock, fast and brutal, letting him watch the way your tits move with every thrust. His mouth waters. You can see it. He reaches up and spits directly onto your chest this time, watching his saliva drip down your skin, and you moan so loud you're sure someone could hear.

"Do you love it?" he gasps, thrusting up to meet you. "Do you love when I call you noona?"

"Yes," you cry out. "Yes, I love it, I love it so much-"

"Fuck- you're so fucking hot, say it again."

"I love it Jakey."

He grips your hips, flipping you both over so he's on top, and the sudden change in position makes you gasp. He doesn't enter you again, not yet. Instead he hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other reaching down to guide himself through your soaked folds.

"You love being my noona," he says, and it's not a question anymore. It's a statement. "You love that I'm younger and you love that I make you feel this good."

"Yes." You're nodding frantically, beyond caring about pride. "Yes, Jake, yes-"

He pushes inside you in one sharp thrust and your vision goes white.

He fucks you hard no slow pace, no more teasing. Just desperate, animalistic rhythm, his hips slamming into yours, his mouth hovering over your chest. He spits on your nipples, watches the saliva glisten, then lowers his mouth to suck them clean. His tongue swirls around each peak, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and you're clawing at his back, leaving marks you know will last for days.

"Cum for me," he growls against your breast. "Cum on my cock, noona. Want to feel you squeeze me. Want you to soak me."

Your orgasm crashes over you without warning, your back arching off the couch, a scream tearing from your throat. You clamp down around him so tight he can barely move, but he keeps thrusting anyway chasing his own release, desperate and sloppy and perfect.

"Noona," he chants, thrusting erratically now. "Noona, noona, noona-"

His hips stutter, his eyes roll back, and he spills inside you with a broken cry of a mix of your name and noona.

He collapses onto your chest, both of you shaking, both of you soaked in sweat and spit and each other.

For a long moment, neither of you speak.

Then he lifts his head, chin resting on your chest, and gives you that familiar teasing smile but softer now, edges blurred by exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Love you, noona," he whispers.

You laugh, weak and breathless, and run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

"Love you too, loser."

if u made it to the end threaten me with a good time 🤤

[evanificais]

What binds us.

dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc

when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.

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you loved school.

not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didn’t burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.

home was different.

you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.

the smell hit first.

sharp. bitter. stale.

it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.

you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.

your dad.

ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.

what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasn’t becoming a problem.

but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.

and so did the drinking.

he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.

now, you couldn’t even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.

it had probably been almost two years.

you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.

you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.

around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.

moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.

“psst,” she whispered. “you’re literally spacing out again.”

you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.

“i’m not,” you mumbled.

instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.

“hey,” she whispered again. “random question.”

“do you think minju likes anyone?” that got your attention.

you glanced at her. “what?”

moka tried (and failed) to look casual.

“nothing. i was just wondering.”

you stared at her for a second, “you like her.”

“shh!” moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. “keep your voice down.”

you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, “wow.”

you let out a quiet laugh.

for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.

the bell eventually came like a relief you didn’t realize you were waiting for.

chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.

you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.

moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.

the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.

you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something random—someone’s drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didn’t like.

you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.

at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.

you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.

“you are so obvious,” you said.

“i literally didn't do anything.”

“right.”

“i didn't!”

by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.

you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.

“come on, y/n!” moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. “it’s been forever, and we’re always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.”

you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“maybe another time.”

“that’s what you said last time,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. “and the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?”

if only she knew.

your grip tightened slightly around your bag. “it’s just messy.”

“messy?” moka scoffed. “y/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i don’t care.”

you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. “hey,” she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.

because something was wrong.

something had been wrong for years now.

but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.

so instead, you smiled. "nothing’s wrong,” you lied.

moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. “fineee. but one day i’m showing up at your house uninvited.”

your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.

"there’s a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.” she suggests.

you paused for a second. “…okay,” you said quietly.

moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.

same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.

moka, however, didn’t notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.

inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.

the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.

moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. “this is for later,” she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. “and this is for now. and this is just… because i feel like it.”

you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.

then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.

you both paused.

a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.

he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.

the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didn’t respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasn’t making sense.

and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.

“why are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?”

you stiffened a bit.

the cashier blinked, clearly startled. “sir, that’s the price—”

“don’t lie to me,” the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. “you think i don’t know what you people do?”

the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.

a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.

you weren’t looking at the cashier anymore.

you were looking at the man.

and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.

the voice. the posture.

no.

no, no, no.

your basket slipped slightly in your hand.

“y/n?” moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. “hey… what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.

your dad’s voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.

“what are you staring at?”

he turned and his eyes landed on you.

for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.

“oh,” he said, voice sharpening instantly. “so you’re here.”

moka frowned, looking between you and him. “wait… you know him?”

you still couldn’t speak.

your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, pointing vaguely. “why are you even out? what, you think you can just—”

his voice rose, drawing attention again.

you took a small step back without realizing it.

your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didn’t know how to stay inside itself properly.

moka grabbed your arm, panicked. “y/n, hey—hey, look at me.”

his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.

“oh, don’t start with that,” he barked suddenly, louder. “don’t do that, you guilt tripping bitch.”

his words blurred together after that.

all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.

your dad’s eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.

“stop standing there like that,” he snapped suddenly. “you always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everything—”

he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.

“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. “the way you look at me.. it's just like her.”

your chest tightened.

he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.

“i wish i never had you.” he said sharply.

it wasn’t a big sentence but it landed like one.

something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.

moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.

it didn’t matter, you kept moving anyway.

the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.

you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.

eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.

when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.

but nothing did, so you went inside.

the smell hit you the second you stepped in.

stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.

then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.

you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usual—slumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.

but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.

your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasn’t home. he had gone out again.

you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didn’t feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.

once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.

there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.

where are you?? please answer me im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that are you okay??

you stared at moka’s messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.

im okay

you didn’t wait for a reply.

instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.

the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.

when you were done, you changed into something comfortable—an oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.

you didn’t feel better.

but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.

you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.

a classic nutella sandwich.

the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.

suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.

your hands froze mid-motion.

for a second you didn’t even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.

your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.

him.

without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.

your heart was already racing.

a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didn’t fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.

you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

what you saw made you freeze completely.

a man you didn’t recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dad’s unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the stranger’s shoulder.

the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldn’t fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.

that was when you really saw him properly.

he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.

holy shit.

you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.

carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.

he turned.

his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shifted—subtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone else to be there.

his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.

“oh? i didn't know he had a daughter.”

of course that fucker wouldn’t have told anyone about you.

you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didn’t want to look at for too long.

you forced your gaze away.

the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.

after a brief hesitation, you followed him.

the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.

“sorry, should’ve introduced myself,” he said, glancing at you properly. “i’m sunghoon.”

you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.

“i’m y/n,” you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.

there was a brief pause after that.

you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadn’t missed a single thing you’d said or done.

the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldn’t quite name.

“sorry about your dad,” he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didn’t drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. “i know he’s… not easy to deal with.”

you weren’t sure what to say to that.

“it’s okay… i’m used to it,” you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.

sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.

“we were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,” he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. “normally i wouldn’t see anyone home. this is the first time i’ve seen you.”

his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.

was he checking you out?

he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didn’t require much thought.

“want one?”

your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, “actually, are you even old enough to?” he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.

you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. “i’m 18. of course i can.”

then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.

“i’ve done it before...”

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away.

he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.

“then take one, little girl,” he said simply.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.

a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.

the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.

sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.

you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.

a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.

“not much of a talker, are we?” he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.

your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. “i just don’t know what to say.”

that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.

sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.

that’s when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.

there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.

you followed his gaze.

it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didn’t feel real now.

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.

then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.

“you look so happy in that,” he said after a pause.

your throat tightened immediately.

“i was,” you said, then quickly added, softer, “i guess.”

the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoon’s expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.

“he's been like this since your mom died?” he asked. “that man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.”

you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. “yeah,” you managed.

sunghoon glanced back at the photo “he must've loved her a lot.”

the smile on your face faltered.

“i guess.”

a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.

“sometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.”

the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.

all at once.

because he was right.

your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.

and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.

you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldn’t really look at either him or the photo anymore.

you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.

then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.

safe in a way you weren’t used to.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

“i'm sorry baby,” he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.

his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.

he exhales once, small, like he’s pulling himself back.

“it must be hard,” he says. you nod faintly, but don’t move away.

you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.

“how about we go to your room?” he said quietly. “we wouldn’t want your father waking up and seeing you like this.”

you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.

sunghoon knows he shouldn't.

especially not with one of his friends daughter.

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.

youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.

"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.

he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"

his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.

you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.

"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.

you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.

"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."

fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?

before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.

you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.

you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.

as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.

sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.

"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.

at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.

"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.

his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.

sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."

without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.

"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.

suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"

when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."

sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.

he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.

sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.

his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.

you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.

"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.

sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.

your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"

sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.

his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.

your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.

sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.

your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.

you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.

“p-please…” you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.

“please what?” he asked quietly.

"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.

"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.

his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.

he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.

he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.

"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.

you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.

with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.

sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.

and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.

"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.

you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.

"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.

and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.

"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.

gosh, you're really going to kill him.

he can't wait to ruin you.

without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.

you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.

he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.

you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.

"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.

"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.

he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.

sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.

sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."

you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.

you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.

"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.

"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.

sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.

"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.

sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.

and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.

sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.

suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.

the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.

sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.

his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.

sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.

as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.

he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"

he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."

he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.

your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didn’t realize you needed until now.

“you did so well my bunny,” he murmured softly after a moment. “i’m so proud of you.”

his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.

“don’t leave me… please,” you said, barely above a whisper.

he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.

his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said softly.

and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.

you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.

jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous. heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.

sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).

the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).

sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight. jay: sounds like heaven. jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf?? heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that. jay: we can tell. jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men. jake: cmon hoon.

sunghoon chuckles at his phone.

sunghoon: maybe.

@evanificais do not steal or recreate.

authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!

notes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[icupsaki]

miniskirt

synopsis: the four times you failed trying to flirt with your boss, and the one time he actually reciprocated.

pairing: boss!lee heeseung xf!reader

genre: modern au, office au, co-workers to lovers/boss x employee

cw: fluff, crack, smut, piv (unprotected), face-fucking, semi-clothed sex, rough sex, dryhumping, shoe-licking (ew), spanking, degradation, brat tamer!heeseung, power dynamics, petnames (use of good girl), light bondage, y/n is lowkey embarrassing/has zero shame whatsoever and just wants the heedih

word count: like 12k

this was lowkey inspired by miniskirt by aoa hence the name hehe😮

MDNI

'print these contracts, organise them in chronological order, and have them ready in my office before you leave.'

that's what heeseung had told you to do, sliding a thick folder across the desk to you. this is what you deserve for disrupting your boss in an attempt to flirt with him, you suppose.

you remember staring at the files, and then at heeseung - asking him if he was serious.

"why wouldn't i be?"

"because there’s like… a hundred pages here," you say slowly, flipping through the folder with disbelief. "and half of these dates aren’t even labelled properly."

heeseung doesn’t look remotely sympathetic.

"then figure it out."

you clutch the stack of half-printed documents dramatically to your chest. "but i'm just a helpless employee, sir."

"don’t call me sir like that."

"like what?" you try to stop the grin from spreading on your face.

heeseung leans back in his chair with a quiet sigh, his watch gleaming under the lights. that looked expensive. "you know exactly what you’re doing."

and maybe you do.

because for the past three months of working under department manager lee heeseung, you'd made it a personal mission to get him to crack.

and to crack him.

"close the door on your way out."

that didn't get you any sympathy points. and now you're leaning against the wall, waiting for the barely-working printer to finish it's job - which would take a millennium judging from how much it already printed in the last twenty minutes.

the printer wheezes like it’s on its last breath before spitting out another single page.

you stare at it.

"you are genuinely useless," you mumble to the machine. another painful whirring sound answers you.

great.

you slide down the wall slightly, arms crossed as you wait for the next page to crawl out. the office is mostly empty now, just the distant hum of keyboards from the few employees still staying back late.

you're contemplating breaking the machine completely at this point. maybe heeseung would consider actually buying a new machine. that would benefit everyone.

the printer suddenly stops again.

"you actually piss me off." you walk over to it, pressing a few buttons before the screen flashes low toner in mocking little letters. you close your eyes, sighing.

"have you really reached a new low that you're talking to printers now?" jay walks by, pausing his steps as he sips on whatever iced beverage he was drinking.

you turn your head slowly toward jay with the blank expression of someone seconds away from a mental breakdown. "please don't start with me."

jay glances at the printer screen before letting out an understanding hum. "ah. toner issue."

"it’s been printing for thirty minutes and i have maybe," you look down at the pathetic stack of papers in the tray, "twenty pages."

"why do you need to print all that, anyway?" jay says gesturing with his free hand. you let out a long sigh, shuffling the papers into a neater pile against your chest.

"heeseung dumped it onto me. apparently the board meeting tomorrow needs physical copies of every contract involved in the merger." you pause, blinking up at jay. "why, you wanna help?"

jay lets out a short laugh, taking another sip from his straw. "very funny joke." he smiles at you, before shaking his head. "absolutely not."

your face falls immediately at the false hope. "oh, you're so fake. i'm never staying overtime for you again."

"that's crazy, because i distinctly remember you ignoring my emails for three business days last month." jay says, tone flat as he acts unbothered.

you roll your eyes, adjusting the heavy stack of papers in your arms. "whatever. i hope heeseung dumps ten times more work on you tomorrow."

"he won't, i'm his favourite." jay boasts, grinning lazily, making you scoff in annoyance.

you exhale through your nose, "i don't think his favourite would be working overtime."

jay just walks past, patting your shoulder. "you should just ask heeseung to fix the printer, it'd help everyone out." he's already around the corner before you can even utter a word out. what an idiot.

the printer makes a weird nose, and you whip your head around to look. yeah, it was definitely cooked. the screen flashes something ominous, low toner, paper jam, and a blinking error icon. sighing softly, you turn it off through the switch at the wall to just stop the loud, unnecessary noises it was creating.

you crouch down, gathering the scattered pages from the tray. around thirty printed overall, twenty properly done, the rest fading out halfway through like the printer gave up mid-sentence.

you stack them neatly, tapping the edges against your palm to straighten them. your eyebrows furrow as you skim the half-finished text. yeah, heeseung was going to cook your shit.

you exhale through your nose, straightening the stack one more time like that’ll magically fix the situation. whatever. it’s not like you personally sabotaged the machine. the thing had been dying for weeks anyway, it was way out of your control.

you’d just tell him that. the printer was already on life support. management issue. structural failure. not your fault.

yeah.

solid plan.

you slip the printed pages into a neat folder, tucking the thicker stack of contracts under your arm as you make your way back to heeseung's office. he definitely wasn't going to expect you back so soon.

you reach the door, and it's pretty much silent inside. well, besides for the loud ass typing sounding from heeseung's keyboard, you presume.

you hesitate for half a second, then knock. the typing doesn’t stop, of course it doesn’t.

you push the door open anyway.

heeseung is right where you left him, seated at his desk, sleeves slightly rolled up now, eyes fixed on his monitor.

you clear your throat.

"sir, the printer's out of ink again." you say, gently placing a stack of papers on heeseung's desk - half printed.

heeseung barely looks up from his laptop. "mm," his fingers continue gliding across the keyboard smoothly.

those fingers were the same ones you fantasized touching you all over.

"did you try replacing the cartridge?" he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

you stare at him flatly, "no, i just thought i'd announce it for fun."

that finally earns you a glance. bingo.

it's a slow one too, heeseung's eyes lift from his monitor screen to your face, his features showing how he currently feels - which is clearly unimpressed. "you're acting very sarcastic for someone who's asking for my help."

despite the attitude, you're reminded once again why you don't mind that your boss to overwork you. even if he isn't smiling at you, the warm feeling in your gut that usually appears when you talk to him is definitely present.

you recover quickly, though, because you have practice.

"i'm not asking for help," you say, lifting the small stack slightly. "i already did it. technically."

heeseung's gaze drops to the papers again, then back to you. he pats the empty space on the table. "put them down." his tone is calm, matter-of-fact, like he already expects you to listen. which, annoyingly, you do. he was your boss, after all.

you walk over and place the papers where he indicated, careful not to let the half-printed pages slide out of order. heeseung immediately pulls the stack closer, flipping through them with quick, practiced movements.

you shift your weight slightly as he scans the faded text on one of the pages, flipping through the papers.

"..this one's unreadable." he says flatly, not even looking at you.

you chew your lip nervously, "in my defence, we all told you the printer was barely working."

you hate how much you get off from this.

seriously. nothing turns you on more than your annoyed boss, always looking unimpressed no matter what actually comes out of your mouth.

most people would probably be intimidated by him, but you enjoy poking fun at him. probably because every now and then, you manage to crack through that perfect composure for half a second.

it’s addictive, honestly. even if he never actually flirts back.

he mostly just stares at you like you’re a problem he hasn’t figured out how to solve yet.

any normal person would’ve probably gotten embarrassed by now, maybe they would’ve stopped after the first few failed attempts at flirting with their boss, but it's not like heeseung even acknowledges your attempts, anyway. there's almost nothing to be embarrassed about.

heeseung just shakes his head softly, setting the papers back down onto the desk before reaching up to loosen and readjust his tie slightly. "it's late," he says calmly, "go home."

that snaps you back to reality, and you have to hide the disappointment that you feel from his words. why must he always look at you like you're the least attractive person in the room?

this was lee heeseung, your boss. you don’t even know what you expected. for him to flirt back? after months of him pretending not to notice every teasing comment you throw his way?

you clear your throat quietly, composing yourself once again. "..what about the contracts?"

"…what about the contracts?"

"i’ll handle them." heeseung nods, looking down at his watch.

"alone?"

he glances back at the papers, "you already stayed late."

you stare at him for a second. no way the boss that constantly forced you to work over time was showing concern.

you try to recover with humour instead. "wow. are you worried about me, sir?"

there’s a pause before heeseung’s gaze lifts to yours again, completely unreadable. he looks upset - yes! this is exactly what you were hoping for. that heeseung would be angry enough to just bend you across his lap and-

"go home," he repeats.

ouch. okay.

"right. goodnight, sir." you say, nodding your head.

you bow politely out of habit, keeping your expression carefully neutral even as embarrassment starts creeping up your neck. he doesn't say anything back even as you walk out of his office.

the second time is all thanks to jake, to be honest.

"so, how was overtime last night?" jake asks, sitting across from you as the two of you eat lunch in the office lunch room. there was practically nobody else there. the two of you decided on a later lunch because you wanted to finish a project before the day got away from you.

you raise an eyebrow, pausing mid-bite. "why are you, asking me that?" you don't hide the way you emphasise the 'you', because everybody knew that jake was actually heeseung's favourite employee, and unfortunately for you, his close friend too.

jake blinks innocently, "what's that meant to mean?"

you lean back slightly in your chair, squinting at him. "you know exactly what that means." you clear your throat, trying not to make it obvious that you clearly care a lot about this. "..did heeseung say something?"

his expression shifts, mirroring you as he leans back in his chair slowly, stretching his legs out under the table. "why would heeseung say something?"

"oh, don't play dumb with me now, jake." you scoff, flicking your food with your fork.

you stare at him, and he stares back. you immediately hate how calm he looks.

"…because you’re asking me about overtime," you say flatly, deciding to say it outright because he's clearly beating around the bush.

"i ask people about overtime all the time."

"no you don't, jake."

"yes i do."

he sighs dramatically, like you were being the difficult one. "fine. i asked because jay mentioned you were still here after nine."

of course he did. you pinch the bridge of your nose. "this office is just one big surveillance system, apparently.'" you poke around at your food again, "it's always something with you two. oh, and i can't forget sunghoon as well." you say, internally rolling your eyes at the thought of them.

"that's not true." jake defends himself, taking offense to being labelled as someone who gossips, even though it was true.

you raise an eyebrow, unconvinced. "are you trying to convince me, or yourself, jake?"

he pauses, leaning back in his chair like he’s deeply wounded by the accusation. “wow. you're being very intense today."

"what did heeseung say, jake?" you crumble, holding your face in your hands. thank god the room was empty aside for you two, because you looked like you were about to go insane.

there’s a long pause, and it's way too long for your liking especially.

when you peek through your fingers, jake is watching you with a look that's way too entertained about your misery.

"okay," you scoff. "fuck you then."

"..why are you acting like he confessed something dramatic?" he asks slowly, taking another bite of his food.

"because you're being especially ominous about it all." you deadpan. "be honest, did he shit talk me? is he gonna fire me-"

"what?" jake nearly chokes on his drink.

you immediately sit up straighter. "oh my god. he is, isn’t he."

he’s pausing. why is he pausing? people only pause when they’re calculating how bad the truth is. you knew you should've just taken the lift to the other department's floor and used their printer, but no - you were lazy and despite being in the presence of your insanely hot boss, you still wanted to go home earlier last night.

"no, no, what? he isn't firing you." jake reassures.

you narrow your eyes. "that pause was too long."

"i was chewing."

liar. people don’t chew like that when they’re innocent. that was a guilty chew.

"liar."

jake laughs under his breath, shaking his head like you’re exhausting but entertaining.

"answer the question." you say sternly, reminding him of the subject at hand.

if he says yes, you're quitting - no questions asked. you're not letting heeseung win. you will resign before you can feel formally embarrassed by your boss and a dumbass printer. fuck the printer, by the way.

he leans back, finally giving you something resembling seriousness. “he didn’t shit talk you.”

"..he didn't?"

"no. i'm serious."

you blink, slowly putting your fork down. "okay," you say carefully, "so, what did he say then?"

jake finishes swallowing any food in his mouth before he speaks again, watching you like he's deciding how much damage he wants to do. "he just asked if you were always like that."

"always like what?" you furrow your eyebrows, confused. always like what? in the way you were a shameless flirt? or was he asking because now he thought you were completely incapable of finishing a simple work task. well, it wasn't a simple task, to be fair.

jake shrugs, "his words, not mine."

"jake," you clutch your skirt with your now empty hand. "you're being extremely unhelpful right now."

"how can i help?" jake grins as he takes another bite of food, "i'm telling you everything i know."

"it's not enough," you whine slightly, straightening your posture. you hate how pathetic that sounded the second it left your mouth.

before he can respond, a loud crack of thunder suddenly echoes outside the building. both of you glance instinctively toward the large windows lining the break room. rain patters heavily against the glass a second later.

"okay well, shit." you sigh. the rain is heavy too, not even the drizzle type. it's heavy. your co-workers that had already left were so lucky that they wouldn't have to go home in this weather.

"i didn’t bring an umbrella," you mumble immediately, making jake look back at you with absolutely zero sympathy.

"unlucky." he shrugs, leaning back. "i have one though, we can go home together if you'd like."

"..are you going to the station afterward?" you ask, and he nods.

"why don't you just ask him?' jake suggests, bringing the focus back to your conversation. the way he acted made it seem like it was the most normal thing ever.

"ask him what, jake? ask my boss if he's talking about me?" you shake your head. "okay, whatever."

you don’t even know why you care this much. logically, this should not matter. your boss asking one vague question about you should not have your entire nervous system reacting like this.

"so, how's your day been?" you ask, shitfing the subject. jake looks at you.

jake looks at you, blankly. "..we've been together the whole day."

oh right. you two have been stuck doing that stupid project heeseung assigned you both. honestly, you’re surprised neither of you snapped first because that was treacherous. pages and pages of data entry, revisions, formatting issues, and enough spreadsheets to the point that if you saw another one, you'd actually go insane.

right on cue, the break room doors swing open.

both you and jake glance up automatically, though jake twists around in his chair more obviously than you do, considering his back was facing the door.

your posture straightens on instinct, a smile forming onto your face. you don't even realise that you're doing it till jake turns around, a stupid grin forming on his face at your expression.

you clear your throat quickly, forcing the smile down into something more normal. meanwhile, heeseung either doesn’t notice, or pretends not to. both are bad, to be honest.

heeseung walks further into the break room calmly, phone still in one hand as his gaze flicks briefly between you and jake seated together.

"why are you two here so late? your day should be over." he asks casually.

jake glances at the clock on the wall before looking back at him. "we lost track of time doing the project you assigned us."

"sounds like poor time management," heeseung replies immediately, making jake laugh.

you straighten slightly in your chair. "we didn’t ‘lose track of time,’ we were literally fixing the spreadsheet you gave us because half the formulas were broken."

heeseung's gaze shifts to you, then he glances briefly to the windows, taking in the rain. then back at the two of you. he doesn't even acknowledge that you defended yourself.

"jake," he says, voice returning to business immediately, "i still need the revised figures before tomorrow morning."

"yeah," jake nods, giving heeseung a thumbs up. "i was gonna stay back another hour and finish it."

your head turns toward him immediately, "..you were?"

"yeah," he says simply. "it’ll take another hour max."

heeseung hums once in acknowledgment before his eyes shift back to you, 'which means," he starts, "you can go home."

your brain pauses for a second. just you? heeseung wanted you out so bad, you sort of felt honoured. "i can stay too," you blurt out, offering before thinking.

both men look at you. jake looks confused and heeseung looks unreadable. you internally slam your head into the table.

why did you say that so fast. oh my god.

"there’s no reason for both of you to stay," heeseung says calmly. "you already finished your part."

"she's going home with me," jake speaks up, also standing up to rinse his container in the sink. heeseung raises an eyebrow, and jake notices.

"what?" jake asks innocently, turning the tap off. "it’s raining. she doesn't have an umbrella."

heeseung pauses before he looks directly at you, "you didn’t bring one?"

you suddenly feel strangely defensive. "the forecast said it was only gonna be cloudy." jake snorts next to you, and you

heeseung stays quiet for a second longer. his expression is unreadable, before he exhales softly through his nose, like he’s already regretting whatever thought just crossed his mind. "..you don’t need to wait for jake."

you raise an eyebrow, turning your head to look at heeseung front-on, who looks mildly inconvenienced by his own words already. "i’m driving anyway," he says flatly. "i can take you home."

a spike hits your heart, and you feel oddly flattered. because realistically, who wouldn’t react a little when their super attractive boss offers to drive them home? especially when said boss happens to be wearing your favourite tie from his rotation today. which you are aware he didn't do on purpose.

your eyes landed on it this morning, maybe lingered a little. the deep colour looked unfairly good against his dress shirt, sleeves still rolled neatly at his forearms from working late. you could only imagine those same arms around your neck later-

wait, you still needed to reply to heeseung. you clear your throat quickly. "you don’t have to-"

"i know," heeseung cuts in smoothly, which hits at your spirits for a moment, but then your mood lifts again anyway, a stupid smile threatening to tug at your lips before you can stop it. because now it sounds less like obligation and more like choice, or, you could just keep telling yourself that.

jake nods, a little too excitedly. "okay, that's fine with me." he presses his lips together, visibly trying not to blurt out something obnoxious.

heeseung glances over to you, "go get your stuff. we're leaving." he says, using his chin to gesture toward the door.

'we're leaving'? not, 'meet me downstairs' or 'i'll wait downstairs., but he's saying we're leaving together.

"okay.." you answer, way quieter than intended.

jake offers you a knowing smile, "drive safe," he says, looking directly at you instead of heeseung.

you're going to strangle him. heeseung either ignores the weird tone completely or chooses not to acknowledge it. you stand quickly before jake can make this worse, grabbing your phone from the table and adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

"finish your work," you mutter at him while passing by.

jake grins shamelessly. "have fun."

you barely make it two steps out of the break room before you become hyper aware of the fact that heeseung is following behind you. probably to his office, it was right next to your cubicle after all.

act normal, why are you suddenly forgetting how to walk. you facepalm internally, you've literally been alone with him before. this is fine.

the hallway feels longer than it needs to. you finally reach the row of cubicles, the familiar maze of monitors and dividers coming into view. you can that your desk is just ahead.

you step inside, grabbing your bag, which is next to your computer. you can feel heeseung's presence behind you, standing outside the cubicle. you grab your things quickly, shoving them into your bag with slightly more force than necessary. guess he already got all of this things and was ready to leave.

you finally straighten, turning around. "okay! i'm ready." heeseung doesn't even blink at your enthusiasm, turning around and walking toward the elevator.

"let's go." he says simply.

you catch up slightly, trailing after him. the elevator is ahead, reflecting both of you in the metal, slightly distorted. he presses the button, and the doors open immediately. the two of you walk in.

you step in first, instinctively moving to one side, and he follows right after you. it's silent and uncomfortable.

you clear your throat slightly. "..long day?" you say, immediately regretting how weak that sounds.

heeseung’s reflection in the doors shifts slightly as he glances at you.

"it was." he agrees simply, not saying anything else. awkward. a small smile tugs at your lips when you see heeseung in the reflection.

the elevator hits the floor to the carpark, the doors slide open to reveal the dimly lit carpark.

"you’re always this quiet after work?" you ask lightly, stepping out of the elevator doors as you walk toward his car.

he glances at you briefly. "you’re always this talkative?"

you grin immediately. "only around people i like." the response slips out smoother than expected, and yet he doesn't say anything back, holy airball. you can hear both your footsteps echoing softly through the near-empty carpark.

heeseung’s lips slightly curl up in a smile, but it disappears basically the second it appears. he rounds what you assume to be his car, and honestly you couldn’t name the brand, but you admit it looked expensive.

you stop beside the passenger side for a second, eyeing it openly. "wow."

heeseung glances at you while unlocking the doors with a soft beep.

"what?"

"your car looks rich." you say, in awe. you reach for the passenger seats door handle, sliding in. the seats are soft, and the car is noticeably clean. the only thing you can smell is a light tinge of his cologne.

heeseung just reaches forward to adjust something near the dashboard, entirely calm. "seatbelt."

you obey, arm reaching over your upper body to grab your seatbelt. the movement pulls your blouse slightly at the shoulder as you tug it across yourself, the quiet click sounding through the car once it locks into place.

you glance over, and heeseung is watching - as if he was making sure you were actually putting it on.

you narrow your eyes at him immediately. "were you expecting me not to?"

heeseung rests one hand against the steering wheel, expression calm. "no."

you scoff, "liar."

he hums softly, finally pulling the car out of the parking space smoothly. "you asked."

"and yet you answered dishonestly." you poke the inside of your mouth with your tongue, glancing out the window.

"i answered you professionally."

narrowing your eyes, "that isn’t even the same thing."

he stifles a laugh, but you notice before he can conceal it, making your stomach flip on instinct.

you slump further in the seat, only now realising the proximity of the two of you. the car feels way smaller than what it did just minutes ago.

glancing back over to him, you see how one hand rests loosely against the steering wheel while the other adjusts the wheel slightly as he turns out onto the wet street. that was like, the hottest thing you’d seen all week.

it feels intimate despite the fact that he’s just driving you home.

wait.

you forgot to give him your address yet he’s still going the right way.

blinking, your posture straightens almost immediately, shuffling back upright in your seat. "..wait."

heeseung keeps his eyes on the road. "what?"

you look directly at him, "how do you know where i live?"

there’s a small pause, before heeseung clears his throat. "your employee file."

you narrow your eyes instantly. "that sounds creepy when you say it like that."

"it’s literally HR information."

"okay, but why do you know it?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"i’m your boss."

"that does not answer my question at all."

a faint sigh leaves him through his nose, like you’re being difficult on purpose.

which, okay, maybe you are.

"you’ve worked under me for almost a year," he says calmly. "i know where most of my employees live."

you stare at him suspiciously.

"..do you have everyone’s addresses memorised?"

"no."

"just mine?"

that finally earns you momentary glance, but he looks back to the road a second after. "you’re asking a lot of questions."

"well, only because you aren’t answering the one i actually want answered." you say, shifting slightly in your seat.

rain continues tapping steadily against the windows, soft wipers cutting through the sound every few seconds. heeseung sighs once again, "fine, which one is that?"

you stare at him for a second, trying to hide your suspicion. "you know which one."

"humour me."

he’s doing this on purpose.

you can hear it in his voice now, he sounds so composed. heeseung makes another left turn, the way you remember taking to your house.

"why do you know where i live specifically?" you ask, quieter this time. not that you mind. if it were anyone else, maybe it'd be a little creepy - yeah, but heeseung was welcome over at anytime.

the red light flashes briefly onto his face as he slows down, you take in his pretty features.

"because," he says evenly, "you're usually the last person to leave the office." your stomach does cart wheels at his answer, even if it’s the simplest thing you’ve ever heard.

you try to hide the fattest grin that tries to force itself onto your face. "..you notice that?" you can’t stop yourself from asking.

"you make it difficult not to." if it were anyone else, you’d take that as flirting, but heeseung’s tone is so flat, that if you actually did take it as flirting then you’d need to be admitted to the nearest psych ward for delusion.

so you don’t, even if you want to. you stare out the window instead, watching rain streak across the glass, "are you saying i’m a difficult employee?"

"that isn’t what i said."

"but it’s what you meant, right?"

he exhales softly through his nose, barely a sound. you catch it anyway. the car moves smoothly through the wet streets, indicator ticking quietly as he changes lanes.

heeseung continues, "you stay late."

you glance at him again. "so do other people."

"not consistently."

"that’s because you don’t give anyone else the annoying projects." you argue back, before realising. "does that mean you’re keeping track of when i leave?" you sound a little too hopeful, it’s pathetic.

"it’s part of my job to know what’s happening in my department." he says flatly, shutting that idea down immediately.

you sigh softly, what a boring answer.

heeseung slows down the the familiar streets, and your apartment complex comes into view. heeseung eases the car toward the side of the road rather than pulling straight in.

he stops smoothly, gently turning the wheel as the engine quiets down. you grab your bag, unbuckling your seatbelt. "thank you, i really appreciate it." you’re about to grab onto the door handle, but heeseung halts your movements - grabbing your wrist.

it isn’t tight or forceful, just enough to make you pause. you blink at him, "..what?"

he doesn’t answer immediately. instead, his gaze flicks briefly toward the rain outside, then back to you. with his other hand, he reaches into the backseat pulling out…

an umbrella.

black. simple. clearly kept in the car for situations exactly like this.

he had one the whole time?

"take it." he pushes it toward you, before leaning over your body and opening the door for you. you unclasp the umbrella, turning back.

"good night." you smile, and heeseung nods.

"good night."

you thank him again before holding it over your head and walking into the entrance of your apartment building.

okay but, he had an umbrella the whole time and yet he insisted on taking you home. well, insisted is a stretch but he offered.

that had to mean something.

you had hoped, at least.

the third time you tried flirting with your boss, it was completely unintentional. in the way you weren't even trying to seek him out this time, at least. you were planning that for later.

yes, you had worn an extra nice outfit that day because you wanted to catch his attention. not that it worked, it never did. you don't even know what made you try again.

it starts like a normal morning. no heeseung ordering you around this time. which in hindsight, should've been a bad sign. no emails, no urgent requests, and no heeseung appearing behind your desk randomly - before giving you a stack of papers.

you clock in, sit down, open your laptop as minutes fly by in what feels like seconds. you're at your desk, half-awake as you scroll through your emails, when a voice pops up at your cubicle.

"hey." sunoo is leaning slightly against the divider, smiling at you in that friendly way he usually does.

you sit up, leaning back against your chair, "what's up?"

sunoo and you don't even try being formal with each other now, it's been a while since the two of you met. "before you ask," he starts, already dropping a stack of papers onto your desk, "yes, this is your problem now."

you glance at the pile, "seriously?"

sunoo laughs softly, resting his forearms on the divider. "it's just some missing formatting stuff from yesterday’s file. i fixed half of it but I got dragged into a meeting."

"wowow," you sigh, skimming over the papers. "you owe me."

"i owe you?" sunoo repeats, tilting his head softly.

"yes," you nod, looking up at him. "this is so much work, sunoo. i'm busy."

"busy doing what? you were scrolling emails and pretending to work," he corrects, making you glare up at him. "god forbid i actually give you to work to do."

"yeah, but it's your responsibility - not mine." you argue back.

sunoo shifts slightly, leaning more comfortably against the divider like he has nowhere else to be. like your desk is just part of his routine. "fine," he says. "we're still on for lunch, right? you're not ditching me for jake again?"

"that wasn't intentional. i had to finish my project, you know that." you don't hesitate defending yourself.

"yeah, yeah." sunoo smiles, his tone condescending like he doesn't actually believe in what you say.

you open your mouth to retaliate, because you refuse to allow yourself to be slandered this early in the morning, but sunoo interrupts. "why're you dressed so fancy today, hm? your blouse looks expensive."

you pause, glancing down at yourself. "in a good way, right?"

"yes, of course." sunoo states obviously, "how can you look expensive in a bad way?"

you ignore his question, "..really?"

sunoo nods immediately. "yes really. you look like you’re about to leave us for a better company."

you hum, pretending to think about it, smoothing your sleeve once like you’re just noticing it exists. "hmm."

"what is it this time?" sunoo sighs, making you scoff.

"bold of you to assume there's an issue, sunoo."

he narrows his eyes at you. "there is an issue. you’re doing that thing where you pretend you’re not doing something."

"what does that even mean?"

"you're overdressed." sunoo spits it out, taking in your outfit.

you tap the edge of the stack of papers on your desk, suddenly very interested in the alignment of the corners. "this is my normal everyday outfit, but okay."

sunoo’s gaze drags over you again, shaking his head. "that's not normal, you can't fool me."

you blink. "excuse you?"

"that blouse is not ‘normal.’ that’s ‘i have plans after work’ clothing."

"..i might have plans," you admit casually, lying out of your teeth. you had zero plans after work today. the most you were planning on doing was hopping on the game after dinner.

oh, but you wished you had plans. you wished your plans revolved around overtime, where you'd crawl underneath heeseung's desk and give them the most toe-curling blowjob any man has ever received.

sunoo’s eyes widen a fraction. "you do?"

you shrug. "hypothetically."

he leans in a little, lowering his voice. "with who?"

this little nosy rat. at least sunoo kept his mouth shut, though. had you told jake and the entire workplace would've heard about it by now.

you open your mouth, but then stop. familiar footsteps sound, and they're getting closer toward you.

heeseung walks into the view beside your cubicle, holding a folder in his hand. he looks at sunoo, who's still leaning casually against your divider, then at you, in which you offer a sheepish smile.

"good morning, heeseung." sunoo chirps, pulling his gaze away from you to greet heeseung. heeseung's eyes briefly flick from sunoo to you, then back to sunoo in almost under a second.

"good morning." he replies finally, but his tone is entirely flat.

sunoo, who is still undeterred, smiles wider. "busy day today?"

"yes," heeseung glances at the folder in his hand. "aren't you scheduled for a meeting that.." he pauses, looking at his watch before his eyes lift back up to sunoo, "started three minutes ago?"

sunoo blinks, offering heeseung a sheepish smile. then he straightens abruptly, like he just remembered that urgency is a concept. "oh, right. that's me."

you watch, barely holding in a reaction, as he takes one step, then another. "see you at lunch!" he calls back way too brightly, before turning his body entirely as he speeds down the hallway.

the silence is loud again, or it feels like it - despite your co-workers being occupied with chatting as well as the soft clatter of keyboards.

you blink once at the empty space sunoo was occupying a second ago, seeing heeseung just standing beside your cubicle with the folder in hand, expression unreadable as ever.

why must he look at you like you're some outdated fashion trend?

"was that necessary?" you ask lightly, nodding vaguely in the direction sunoo disappeared.

he doesn’t even look that way. "yes," he replies, "he was distracting you, and he was late to his own meeting." you shrug in response.

heeseung calls out your name, making you look up at him with a soft hum. "yeah?"

his eyes flick briefly to you, handing you another fuckass folder. it's heavy too, filled with enough paper to ruin your morning. you begrudgingly hold back the urge to roll your eyes. you swore on everyone's life that heeseung assigned you the most heinous roles known to man.

yes, your boss was hot, but was he hot enough for you to suffer at work everyday? yeah, probably, actually. you don't even know why you bothered questioning that.

you glance at him, still holding the folder between your fingers. "are you trying to torture me to death? because it's working."

"it's work," he says simply, "don't get distracted."

you squint at him, "it's killing me, heeseung."

that earns you a soft smile that lasts for literally 0.2 seconds. heeseung taps the folder once with two fingers, "organise it like the last one you did." he adds.

you sigh dramatically. "you know, most bosses say ‘good morning’ first."

“good morning.” heeseung mumbles, making you tilt your head.

"that was still late."

"those files you're going to organise are about to be late too if you keep talking."

you clutch the folder tighter. "they won't-

but he’s already turning slightly away like the conversation is over.

"bring it to my office when you're done." heeseung says like it's an afterthought, back turned to you.

you freeze slightly. "again?"

he pauses just long enough to glance back at you. "again." and with that, he's gone, walking down the aisle back into his office.

rude, but fine. you had worn your shortest skirt, hoping heeseung would at least spare a glance toward you. a glance that didn't involve him assigning even more work with the flick of his wrist.

now you had to spend another three hours filling out stupid spreadsheets, or whatever was actually in this folder. you sigh, flipping open the page.

the fourth time you flirted with your boss, it’s because he called you into his office just to wordlessly fix his tie before a meeting.

you patter your knuckles against the door of heeseung's office gently. "sir?" using your free hand, you adjust and smooth the lines out of your skirt.

when there isn't a response, you open the door gently. that's usually what that meant, anyway. it was a usual for the two of you.

you step inside, taking in his office once again. his office is neat in that way that feels slightly scary. everything's been placed with intention, nothing out of place. he’s standing by his desk, jacket on, tie slightly uneven.

it isn't that noticeable, you just tend to stare at him a lot. heeseung doesn’t look at you right away.

you clear your throat softly, catching your attention. "you called for me?"

he turns to you, features conveying a look of frustration. "fix this." he says only two words with zero explanation, but you understand almost immediately.

you blink, "..your tie?"

heeseung looks at you like you've asked him something obvious. "yes."

you hesitate, but realise he's the one who asked. you step forward, because apparently this is your job now.

you reach up carefully, fingers catching the knot of his tie. it’s already half done, like he rushed it or did it without caring.

you start by undoing it, re-aligning it entirely. heeseung's gaze drops, not to your face, but to your hands - watching your every move. you feel an immediate shift in the air.

"this feels like something you could do yourself." you murmur, trying hard not to mess his tie up as you keep the mood light.

"..i don't actually know how to tie a tie." heeseung admits, making your hands stop.

you glance up at him, "what?"

heeseung doesn’t even look embarrassed. if anything, he looks mildly inconvenienced at having admitted it out loud. "i never learned," he says simply.

"you're actually lying."

"i’m not."

"heeseung, you wear a tie almost every day." you say, genuinely flabbergasted.

"someone usually does it for me."

you squint your eyes, confused on 'who' this could possibly be. was he actually wifed up and this whole time you had been flirting with a married man? that made sense as to why he would never reciprocate. or maybe he just wasn't into you.

no but, if he was married you'd definitely know. there was no way jay or jake wouldn't have brought it up by now.

"..someone?" you mumble quietly, trying to keep this casual.

"stylists. assistants." he pauses. "sometimes jake."

oh thank god. he was the most single somebody could be, for sure. you smooth your expression immediately, pretending the question meant absolutely nothing, just professional curiosity.

you nearly laugh directly in his face, but you hold back for your own sake. you weren't trying to be assigned the workload of the entire team. "oh my god."

heeseung watches you carefully now, expression still composed, but there’s the faintest hint of annoyance underneath it. "what?"

"nothing," you say immediately, absolutely lying. "it’s just very hard to process that you don’t know how to tie a tie."

"you seem to be deeply affected by this."

"i am." you tighten the knot properly, smoothing the fabric down again. "this changes my entire perception of you."

"you're being dramatic," heeseung says making you scoff, but the sound comes out weaker than actually intended because you suddenly become aware of how close you are to him, catching the faint scent of cologne every time he exhales.

your fingers are still curled loosely around the fabric of his tie, brushing against the collar of his shirt as you straighten it carefully. your heel shifts slightly against the floor as you try not to think about the fact that if you tilted your head up even a little more, you'd be directly in his space.

which, technically, you already are, but like, you'd actually be able to kiss him. your eyes linger on his lips for way too long, and he definitely notices. heeseung's gaze shifts downwards, catching yours in the process. you smile, and he looks away, jaw tightening once as his eyes move toward the window beside his desk instead.

heeseung has never been the one to shy away like that. usually he'd just ignore all of your advances. your fingers tighten around the tie accidentally before you let go completely, stepping back casually.

you got a reaction from him this time.

"..done?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm." you hum. heeseung finally looks back at you, one hand lifting to adjust the knot slightly where your fingers had just touched.

your gaze lifts again, and heeseung sighs quietly through his nose, like you’re the most exhausting part of his workday. "i have a meeting in five minutes."

"and?" you lean against his table lightly, smiling at him innocently.

"and you should go back to work."

"wow," you murmur dramatically. "using me for my tie-abilities and then discarding me?"

"you’re still on company time." he mumbles, but you don't miss the flush on his cheeks.

bingo! your boss really was into you. it isn't obvious, not in the way you were hoping for, not some dramatic giveaway, but it's definitely there if you're paying attention.

and you are absolutely paying attention.

you tilt your head slightly, practically screaming 'fuck me' eyes, watching him with a type of satisfaction you don't bother hiding. "you know," you say softly, "you’re really bad at hiding things."

heeseung's eyes flick up immediately, and you can practically see him having heart palpitations. who knew your stone-cold boss would fold over something as easy as that?

"go back to your desk," he dismisses you again, steadier this time. when he sees you inching closer, he does a complete one-eighty as he speed walks out of his own office.

your jaw drops. what the fuck?? heeseung, get back here!

you don't bother chasing though. now that you knew how heeseung truly felt, you had him wrapped around your finger.

he had it coming.

the next day you walk into the office, it's a friday.

which is usually a good day. lighter workloads, less tension, and maybe even the rare sight of your colleagues having fun before going home for the weekend.

and you of all people were going to have a good day. heeseung wasn't slipping from your hands again. not when you were going to actively pursue him in the actual shortest skirt you owned. not after the tie incident.

you're halfway through the lobby, eyes half focused on your phone as you scroll through unread notifications, when-

bang!

you nearly let out a blood curdling scream.

your entire body jolts violently as you whip around toward the source of the noise.

jungwon is standing near the reception desk, holding a stack of papers, looking mildly alarmed. the metal sign knocked straight onto the floor was the source of the noise.

when he notices you looking, he offers a smile and a wave. "good morning!"

you stare at him in complete disbelief, one hand pressed against your chest. "jungwon," you speak slowly, "you scared me, holy shit."

his eyebrows lift, "from a sign falling?"

"it's metal! it sounded like a gunshot." you walk over, bending down to pick it up.

jungwon crouches slightly too, reaching for the other side. "you're being dramatic."

before you can argue further, footsteps pass behind the two of you.

"cute skirt."

you whip your head around, glancing up instinctively. sunghoon is walking past with an iced coffee in one hand, slowing just enough to glance at you over his shoulder.

your brain malfunctions for a second, "..ah. thanks." you offer him a smile. at least someone thought you looked nice.

sunghoon gestures vaguely toward you with the coffee cup, "the colour suits you." then he walks off, heading into the direction of the cubicles.

you straighten slowly, still holding the metal sign. "wow."

jungwon looks between you and sunghoon’s disappearing figure, before landing back on you finally. "what happened to bagging the boss?"

you narrow your eyes at jungwon, patting down said cute skirt, "what are you talking about?"

jungwon smirks smugly. it would be adorable if it weren't in circumstances like this. "you should've known better than to tell jake and jay.

your stomach drops instantly. "..they told you?"

"they told everyone."

your jaw drops. what the hell?? you were going to kill park jongseong and sim jaeyun as soon as you found those two. "what are they even saying? and who have they told?"

jungwon laughs at your expression, putting down the stack of papers on the reception desk. "relax. i was kidding." he reassures, "only like, a few people know."

he lifts his hand, counting on his fingers with each name.

"jake, jay, sunghoon, sunoo-oh! and that junior, ni-ki."

"..even the junior knows?" you want to collapse directly onto the lobby floor.

jungwon tilts his head. "to be fair, he figured it out by himself."

"literally, HOW?" you exclaim, frustrated. were you seriously that obvious around heeseung?

"uh, cause you stare like you're in some office k-drama? duh." he sasses, which you do not appreciate.

you scoff, "i do not."

jungwon shrugs, "okay, secretary kim."

you roll your eyes, “secretary kim ended up pulling young-joon, though. so is this a sign?”

“you wish.”

“okay, bet you $50 i can pull heeseung.” you declare, making jungwon raise his eyebrows in shock.

“okay, fine. $50.” you reach out your hand, shaking on it.

then, he straightens his posture and widens his eyes slightly in the worst imitation of you imaginable.

"..heeseung," he mocks your voice, pretending to be you. "wow..your tie looks really nice today.." he places a hand over his chest, "did you get a haircut? you look so handsome and emotionally unavailable this morning."

eyes widening, you clasp a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up. "oh my god - i do not talk like that."

"good morning." your entire body goes stiff. you remove your hand from jungwon's face, turning your head.

heeseung is standing there, watching the two of you with a blank face. apparently when jungwon was busy humiliating you, heeseung must've arrived to work. his expression is calm as ever, one hand resting loosely in his pocket while the other still holds his phone. heeseung was so hard to read like this.

jungwon immediately straightens. "morning, heeseung."

you push a smile on your face, "morning, sir." heeseung's gaze travels from jungwon to you.

"..why do you look so stressed already?" he asks, voice flat.

jungwon physically bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

you point at him immediately. "he’s harassing me."

heeseung glances over to jungwon with an expression that screams 'i don't believe her whatsoever', so you expect a scolding.

but no.

"jungwon."

jungwon straightens immediately, "yes?"

heeseung's tone stays flat, "you’re not on break."

jungwon blinks in surprise, "i'm literally just talking-"

"you’re supposed to be at reception processing those files," he cuts in, nodding once toward the stack still sitting on the desk. "not standing here causing problems before nine a.m."

hooray! heeseung actually took your side.

jungwon looks betrayed instantly. "i am processing them." his gaze flicks to you, and you stick your tongue out.

jungwon notices immediately, shaking his head like he's re-thinking his life choices. he tightens his grip on the stack of files. "unbelievable." with that, he turns away, walking off.

you're silently cheering in your head when heeseung turns to you next. "you aren't on break either," he nods his chin toward the elevator, "go work."

you pout, "but sir, i have nothing to do."

heeseung looks like he's about to scold you for the use of 'sir', but he doesn't. "you always have something to do," he says simply.

"nope." you shake your head, "jay and i finished the meeting pack preparation." you flash him a smile, way too enthusiastic for someone at work.

you look down for a second, remembering you're wearing the skirt. yoy glance back up, analysing his face. come on, heeseung. at least acknowledge it!

his eyes flick down for half a second, but it's not enough for you to read his expression. "..good." he coughs slightly, clearing his throat. "go help ni-ki, then."

your lips straighten in a frown. "seriously?"

"serious as i can be." you stare at him, and he stares back.

"go. he needs help with formatting." with a huff, you nod.

"fine, fine. see you, sir." you smile, walking past him. behind you, heeseung exhales a sigh of relief through his nose. this was going to be a long day.

when you reach the far end of the office, the atmosphere is completely different from the loud lobby. it's quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every keyboard click sound louder than it should. you can even hear your flats click against the floor with each step.

you scan the desks. ni-ki is lazily seated sideways in an office chair, one leg bouncing softly against the floor, eyes fixed on the monitor.

he doesn't even look at you. "if this is about the formatting issue again, i already fixed it three times." okay, sassy.

you pause beside his desk. "wow," you say. "thanks for the warm welcome."

ni-ki glances up, properly this time. his expression shifts immediately, a slight tinge of confusion before recognition. "oh, you're the help."

"you don't seem very happy to see me." wheeling a nearby chair over, you sit next to him.

he leans back slightly, squinting at you, "trust me. i'm glad it's you and not someone else."

you raise an eyebrow, "oh, spill?"

ni-ki leans down, then tilts his head toward the rest of the office, lowering his voice slightly like it’s classified information or something. "..he sent jake last time, and he 'fixed' it by making it worse."

honestly, that sounded in character. jake was lazy when it came to spreadsheets. "seems like him." you shrug, "so, if you're so good at this, why does heeseung think you need help?"

"he doesn’t think i need help," he says.

you hum. "sounds like he does."

"no," ni-ki corrects, dragging a hand through his hair. "he thinks i need supervision."

"that's probably worst, in all honesty." you snort softly. "that sounds like a polite way of saying you ruin files."

ni-ki points at you immediately. "exactly. see? you get it."

"are you always at the back here? i never see you around front anymore."

"it's better around here. the only person who comes back here is sunoo." your eyes widen. so that's where sunoo kept disappearing off to."

you tap your chin in thought as ni-ki continues clicking through the spreadsheet.

"say, ni-ki." you call, making him glance up at you.

"what?"

you lean forward a little in your chair, "jungwon said something about you earlier."

ni-ki raises an eyebrow, but for the most part he looks uncaring. "said what?"

"keep it a secret." you hold out your pinky.

in which he rolls his eyes as he exhales through his nose like he's already tired of you, but he still shifts his chair a little closer. "you're weird," he mutters, but intertwines his pinky with yours, reluctantly.

you brighten immediately. "okay. so jungwon said you know things about me and heeseung."

"it's hard to miss." he says simply, "i just notice patterns."

you lean forward slightly, still keeping your pinkies linked, "okay then. what patterns?"

"well for starters," he says, "you’re the only one that doesn’t get in trouble for slacking."

you scoff immediately. "you must be joking."

ni-ki finally glances at you, expression flat. "i’m not."

you lean back in your chair slightly. "i literally got sent down here as punishment."

"yeah, and that's a punishment for you? he made me clean the entire storage room when i submitted something late." ni-ki's words make you pause. sure, you already knew heeseung was attracted to you, but special treatment too? awe.

you let go of ni-ki's pinky. "done?" he asks, finally glancing at you.

you clear your throat quickly, snapping back into focus. "right, yeah."

ni-ki shrugs. "it was dusty."

"that’s your takeaway?"

"i don’t like dust."

"fair."

"when are you meant to leave?"

you blink, "leave?"

"from here," he clarifies. "this task."

you glance at the spreadsheet. then back at him. "when it’s done."

he hums like it's obvious.

"take your time."

hours pass, and you've felt like you've been able to bond with your junior very well, actually. he was entertaining, and was great at multi-tasking. ni-ki was able to keep full-fledged conversations with you while he did his work.

even sunoo came over at some point, pulling up a chair as he sits down with the two of you.

working here was way better than in the cubicles with those idiots. you glance around the quieter section of the office. there are much fewer interruptions, less noise, no one hovering over your shoulder every five minutes. cough cough, jake.

you're mid-conversation with sunoo, standing behind him as the two of you watch something on the monitor together. it feels comfortable as the two of you laugh at something.

"no, wait, pause it again," you say, breathless. "i swear that’s not what he meant to do."

which is exactly why you don't notice the foot steps behind you. ni-ki notices, but you and sunoo don't, still obliviously talking. there's a call of sunoo's name that makes the two of you snap your head back.

sunoo straightens so fast, "oh hi, heeseung."

you slowly let your hands drop from the back of sunoo’s chair like you just got caught committing a crime.

"go home. the day's over, anyway." sunoo nods immediately, standing up as he walks back to his cubicle immediately. ni-ki exhales softly like he’s relieved it’s not him.

damn, you were getting a lot of people in trouble today. oops.

you take a small step back too, ready to follow sunoo back to your own cubicle.

heeseung takes one look at you, "you." he says simply.

you flash him a smile, "..me?"

"go to my office." he says, voice flat. is he mad?

you hesitate, but nod. "right… okay."

he walks past you, checking whatever's on ni-ki's monitor. probably double checking to see if everything's correct. you can hear heeseung dismiss ni-ki home too, eavesdropping. when you realise their conversation is over you speed-walk toward heeseung's office.

you see sunoo, and he waves you goodbye, mouthing a 'good luck'. you nod, waving to him as well. you can see heeseung's office door now. reaching it, you pause for a second. it's the same as usual - neat.

you step inside, closing the door behind you. you’re unsure of whether you should sit or stand. you opt on sitting, taking a seat on his chair.

you wait a few minutes, clicking your heel against the carpet gently. the office genuinely sounded dead outside. was heeseung just wasting your time?

you sigh, standing up and walking toward the door. your fingers curl around the knob, about to open it but it’s pushed open - nearly knocking you onto the floor.

heeseung stands in the doorway, face expressionless. he stares at you, before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

"sir," you call out, pitching your voice up the slightest. “are you upset-“

“do you always have to open your mouth?” heeseung pinches the bridge of his nose, irritated. you blink in surprise, shutting your mouth.

once he opens his mouth and realises you’ve actually obeyed, he doesn’t say anything. taking a seat on his chair, he leans back.

“come here.” you look at him, and he looks dead serious. you nod, walking over. you’re standing in front of him now, a confused expression on your face.

heeseung looks up at you with a sigh. “bend over.” your eyes widen.

“what?”

“i said, bend over.” he taps his thigh once, and you get the idea. okay, sure. you move almost a little too eagerly, tripping on heeseung’s foot - but that was clearly planted there on purpose.

your knees hit the floor, definitely bruising as you let out a soft hiss of pain. “why-“

heeseung’s fingers grab your jaw, fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks as you kneel. “stop talking.”

you shut up, nodding. he lets go of your face, leaning back. “clean my shoe.”

your eyebrows furrows in confusion. clean his what? his shoe? with what, a handkerchief? you reach in your pocket, trying to find the small pack of tissues you keep but he nudges your arm with his foot. “with your mouth.”

oh. so he was kinky like that. you look at him, “..are you serious?”

heeseung stares back at you, gaze more intense than you’ve ever seen before. “does it look like i’m joking?” good point.

you don’t answer. instead, you kneel further down, opening your mouth as you lick the base of his shoe. that first swipe of your tongue sent shivers down your spine.

you gag a little in disgust, but then you remembered who the shoe belongs to. the hottest guy you’ve probably ever seen in your life.

so, you persevere, licking another stripe of his shoe, nearing the lace now. you glance up, and heeseung’s just staring down at you, face expressionless. “..did i say you were done?”

you shake your head, “..no, sir.” you lean back down, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks as you unfortunately lick his shoe again, tongue cleaning the side this time. in the worst way possible, you could literally feel your pussy clenching around nothing right now and it was because of the most degrading act ever.

after a few more swipes of your tongue, heeseung lets up. “stop.” you obey, sitting back up, hands on your knees as if waiting for his next command.

heeseung looks down at you, and you feel pathetic - a little. his gaze is scrutinising. he taps his thighs again, making your gaze avert to there. “sit.”

you stand up immediately, straddling his hips. you lean in for a kiss, but he swerves it. embarrassing.

heeseung says your name condescendingly, “you haven’t earnt that privilege.” you feel the wetness in your panties pool at that.

“..how can i?” you murmur, glancing at him.

“you can kiss me if you can make yourself cum just like this.” heeseung says, leaning back in his chair. you scoff, that was easy. just looking into his eyes could probably make you cum.

heeseung raises an eyebrow at your scoff, but you don’t elaborate. “..okay.” and so with that, you move your hips, grinding your clothed cunt right against his thigh. despite the fabric separating the two of you, the heat emanating from your core is unimaginable.

heeseung doesn’t touch you for the most part. his hand travels down your back, fingers tingling your spine as he looks at you, eyes dark. despite knowing you should feel embarrassed, you can’t. this is what you’ve been waiting for, after all.

as you keep grinding, you can feel his dick harden through his dress pants - heeseung refuses to acknowledge it though. you continue grinding, hands on his shoulders as you practically hump his thigh, begging for release.

you bury your face into his shoulder, panting into his ear. heeseung pushes your hair back, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.

it’s when his hand travels further down your back and onto your ass. heeseung spanks your clothed butt once, and you orgasm just from that, letting out a soft moan. fingers tangle themselves in the back of your hair, pulling you away from his shoulder.

“there’s no way you came just from that.” heeseung mocks, almost holding back a laugh. you’re about to defend yourself, but heeseung speaks again. “but then again, we both know that this is what you wanted, right? to be bent over my desk like a cheap whore, desperate for me to fuck you?”

your cheeks heat up, hands pressing against his chest. “if i say yes, will you do exactly that?”

heeseung scoffs. “you seriously have no shame at all. get up.” you scramble to your feet, thighs shaky.

he stands up after you, bending you right over his desk. you whimper when your face hits his table a little roughly but it’s whatever. a hand trails down, going underneath your skirt. heeseung cups your pussy with his hand, shoving your panties to the side.

“you’re seriously this wet with this sort of treatment?” he sounds surprised, despite his tone still being flat. his hand delivers a sharp spank to your cunt, making you whimper softly.

leaning down, his mouth is next to your ear. “you seriously think i didn’t notice you wearing those tiny skirts all the time?” he roughly pushes your skirt up, slapping the fat of your ass hard. a pained moan leaves your lips.

“..you never said anything about it breaking dress-code, so i think you liked it.” you mumble out, grinning. he hits your rear again, wiping that smugness off your face instantly.

“so that means you dress like a whore for everyone to see?” heeseung mocks, tilting his head. “might as well show up to the entire office naked. i’m sure they’d all love to see that.” his palm strikes down again, making you choke. he hits hard, for sure.

“i was dressing like that for you-“ you stutter out, choking on a sob. “not anyone else.” heeseung yanks you back up with full force, holding your arms against your back. your back is pressed against his chest, making you dizzy at the proximity. this way you can feel his dick poking you through his pants.

“nobody asked you to do that though, did they?” he kisses your nape again.

you nod your head in agreement, “n-no, they didn’t.”

“good. are you finally learning your place?” heeseung’s hands travel down, going back underneath your skirt as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties. he drags them down with ease, and you step out of them.

“i can.”

“you can?” heeseung mumbles behind you, fingers ghosting your slit. his index finger travels your entrance before finally pushing in - going knuckle deep immediately. you choke.

“i’m not giving you an option.” he sits back down on his chair, pulling you back onto his lap with him. he spreads your thighs with ease, before sliding another finger into your cunt.

“i think i’ve been way too lenient with you.” he whispers into your ear as he pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb circling your sensitive clit.

you let out a shaky breath, “h-how so?” a soft whimper leaves your lips when he hits the back of your walls. his fingers go a bit deeper, hitting your g-spot, and effectively making your toes curl. your walls are literally clenching onto his long digits, unable to let them go.

“well, for starters.” he shoves another finger in, making you squirm. “you act like you own the place, and how does that make me look as a boss?” with one more slide of his middle finger, you cream all over his wrist, your back arching into him.

“stupid slut.” he mumbles, “you’re seriously not good for anything apart from cumming, hm?” heeseung lets you rest on him as you catch your breath, kissing the side of your temple.

you pant, distracted. how has this man made you cum twice already? “y-yeah, not good for anything else..”

heeseung makes you stand, bending you back over his desk again. he lifts the back flap of your skirt, and you hear fabric rustling. he grabs your hands, pulling them against your back as he wraps something around them.

you turn your head and see him tying his tie around your wrists. you turn your head back, cheek flat against the wood of the table. there’s a sound of an unzip, and you feel the head of his cock press against your sopping cunt.

he’s sliding it against your slit, not penetrating it. “..what are you waiting for?” you turn around, frustrated. you try buck your hips back, in which heeseung spanks your ass, making you gasp in surprise.

“beg for it.” heeseung scoffs, making you whine.

“are you serious?” you groan. when there’s no respond from his end you know the answer. “please, please, fuck me.” heeseung doesn’t budge.

you try buck your hips back, but heeseung grabs both of your hips with his hands, crescents digging into the soft flesh making you whimper.

“sir, please fuck me. i’ll be a good girl, just please.” tears well up in your eyes from the frustration of the lack of freedom and movement.

the tip of heeseung’s dick slides smoothly across your slick folds, making you whine deliciously. one hand drops from your hip, and before you know it, you’re impaled onto his dick in one go, his pelvis flat against his ass. your cunt struggles with the intrusion, walls fluttering to accommodate his length. you don’t miss the whimper that leaves his lips when he buries himself to the hilt.

you choke, burying your face into the hard desk, which isn’t comforting at all. he pulls out halfway, before slamming back in - letting out a soft hiss at the sensation of your velvety walls around his shaft dragging him back in.

his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, kneading roughly as he holds you flush against him. “..you’ve been such a needy little thing all week, haven't you?”

a hand wraps around your throat from behind, pulling you closer to him. “just begging for my attention. you’re pathetic.” his other hand moves to your hip, holding you in place as he starts thrusting again, each snap of his hips bruising the back of your thighs.

“c-cause you always ignore me,” you gasp out.

“ignore you? please. i’m giving you exactly what you deserve.” he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass. “tell me you’re going to start acting normally from now on.”

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as his dick grinds into your sweet spot, hitting the x marker. “i..” you whimper, “i’ll start acting normally..”

“good girl.” heeseung grabs your jaw, angling you toward him as he kisses you, swallowing your moans and whimpers. pulling back, he looks at you with hooded eyes, his pupils blown wide.

his thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive nerve. “you’re gonna cum right?” heeseung leans closer to you, watching the way your cunt spasms around his cock.

you nod, “please.” you just automatically assume he’s going to take it away from you, “please, let me cum.”

“you can cum.” heeseung punctuates his words with shallow thrusts, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix with each movement. his thumb doubles down, applying pressure. you can barely stand anymore, heeseung’s the only thing keeping you up right as your legs tremble.

with a flick of his fingers, you gush around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. heeseung clamps a hand over your mouth before you can release any loud sounds, just in case someone was still lingering in the office.

heeseung pulls out before he cums himself, forcing you back onto your knees. before you can process what’s happening, he’s already pressing the head of his dick onto your lips.

pressing a soft kiss to his tip, you open your mouth obediently, wrapping your mouth around his shaft. heeseung’s hands tangle themselves in your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as he controls the pace, moving your head back and forth.

he whimpers when he hits the back of your throat, feeling you gag around his length. “s-shit, right there.” you can’t breathe, nose firmly pressed against his pelvis but it’s okay. the expression on his face right now makes up for any sort of discomfort you could possibly be in.

heeseung starts jerking his hips slightly, hitting the back of your throat constantly. you gag again, tears welling up in your eyes, as well as drool escaping the corners of your mouth to dribble down your chin.

with one more thrust of his hips, he cums down your throat. it’s bitter, but you can barely taste it by the time it’s down your esophagus anyway. he’s panting softly, tucking his dick back into his pants. once he’s done, he starts combing your hair down gently with his fingers.

kneeling down, he wipes any liquid on your face with a tissue. “..was i too rough?”

you’re panting, and dazed, but you shake your head. “n-no. fuck me like that again.”

heeseung sighs, it kind of sounds like one of relief but you can’t tell. “come on, get dressed. i’ll take you home.”

“..i can’t stand up.”

on monday when you come in, the first thing you do is look for jungwon.

and you find him almost immediately, standing near the reception desk. he notices you, of course he does, his expression shifting into one of suspicion.

"oh, hey." jungwoon greets, smiling. you stop right in front of him.

"$50," you say.

jungwon tilts his head, "what?"

"you owe me $50."

his eyebrows lift immediately, "no i don’t."

"oh, you absolutely do."

jungwon turns to face you, "for what?"

"you said I couldn’t pull heeseung."

there's a pause as jungwon just stares at you. "..i said you couldn't-"

"you lost." you cut in immediately.

he exhales, sighing like he's rethinking every single financial decision he's ever made. "i hate this job," he mutters.

you brighten instantly, "..so $50?"

jungwon glares at you, "..i'll transfer it later."

you nod once, satisfied. "good."

this prompt has been sitting in my drafts for ages icl so i finally decided to finish it💔💔

i was lowkey going to skip on the smut again this time but i feel like this is a good learning curve LMAO

[dollhoonki]

✪ ── CHERUB ROCK ⋆ HEEJAKE。

⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ guys come and go, but heeseung's always been the centre of your universe. with his aloof, brooding air, you stop at nothing to make him yours - unknowingly jeopardising the one thing you always had.

李羲承 𝔁  𝒻 .ᐟ读者 𝔁 沈载伦 ── 6.4k    explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、dom!heeseung、switch!jake、switch!reader、heavy degradation/humilation、misogynistic themes & language (the portrayal of any characters here does not reflect their real life character)、threesome、car sex、oral (f. & m.)、vaginal fingering、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、breeding kink、ruined orgasm、facial、spit kink、biting、finger sucking、multiple orgasms、dacryphilia、slight impact play、slight breast play、cowgirl & doggy position、cum eating、petnames used: plaything、pretty、the reader's a bit evil but so are heejake ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ⌇ℳ.list

⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ this did not go as initially planned 😭 not that i had an outlined plan to begin with, but i hope that you're able to enjoy this somewhat cohesive mess nevertheless. comments are always much appreciated and really put a battery in my back ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ also...a certain part of this fic was inspired by this edit 😵‍💫 anyways (!!!) my next post should be a jungwon fic that's (ofc) longer than intended. until then, much loveeeee! <333

If there's one thing you've always been, it's lucky.

Life for you comes set on easy mode, everything your heart desires coming to you in abundance. Good grades, great friends, luxury, high self-esteem and all the guys you could ever want. Versatile taste with looks that could kill have guys flocking to you in droves, on their knees with the promise of everything you already have. When you were younger, you indulged: tried out what the world had to offer but when men tripped over themselves to be with you, being paraded around as their arm candy began to wear off. You'd become a prop in someone's life, a background character in your own and it just wouldn't do. Your resort becomes restriction, not falling into the arms of the best-looking suitor, someone you thought looked best alongside you to fit everyone's image and became selfish because if men were, why couldn't you be?

Have your cake and eat it too. Some may say it's backwards, but it's none of their business what you do in your spare time. Your life is your life only and what better way to relieve the stress of endless assignment deadlines then a game of cat and mouse? Purposeful in your selection, your needs are met in the careful curation of your suitors' desires, done only to satisfy your own but never extended to entertain the prospect of a relationship. Because if there's anywhere the mere idea of a relationship is repulsive, it's the lawless bubble of uni.

The pattern unfolds as follows: feed your ego, get whatever else you need and dip because who are you, if not, a little evil?

It's a tactic that's served you well, sparing you from the tears you refuse wasting on men. It even serves you now, a means to end in the form of your latest target.

Sim Jaeyun comes into your life a part of a module project, a paired assignment that at least places you with the smartest person in class. Drafting up research is something well within your capabilities, except the program you're tasked with using is your worst enemy. An unnecessarily complicated software that with the workshops you missed first year too hungover to show, an attempt at catching up is futile. Even more so now when Jake allocates himself the task, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses with a giddy smile before he jots it down in a planner scribbled with Physics meets and 'Coding for fun!' as his hobby time. 

Nerdy isn't your usual type, but he's handsome to a fault. Soft slopes resembling a prince, especially when his eyes glitter. The itch manifests, his eagerness to make this as least stressful for you cementing him in your clutches. It warps the niceness of your brain, tactics of manipulation utilized as you play into cluelessness. Bend over for your dropped pen, somehow unaware a sliver of your panties peeks through all too short skirt. Lean impossibly close when he's inputting your study's results, hands resting on his arm, giving a good squeeze and glowing smile as you marvel at his work. You are impressed, but not enough to be fawning to such an extent. After he gulps down his lodge of nerves, offering to teach you in a shaky voice, you can't help but smile, sharp at its edges but a smile nevertheless, using the excuse to breach into more personal space until there's none left.

"You feel so good."

Fogged windows are your tell, alerting curious eyes of the nefarious activities occurring in Jake's beat up car. It's an upgrade from the grim state of low-lives you've regretfully slept with, but fucking in the same car your mother drives isn't ideal. It's the result of your pent-up self from the night before, texts sent to Jake going unread. Of course you have options, but Jake currently remains the only source of play you torment, a raspberry blown when you're forced to take matters into your own hands. You'd awoken to a flood of texts, rambled apologies and the promise to make things right. Always on your terms, because a life beyond that didn't exist for you. Therefore, you find yourself here, striking out with unavailable dorm rooms with a settlement of this ─ the backseat of his car. 

The car rocks with every bounce, the squelch between your legs amplified off the motor vehicle walls. Pants shake out your parted lips, Jake's lips bitten and quivering as he watches his cock disappear into you, velvety walls wrapping around him, coaxing him into sweet release. 

"Squeezing me so tight, I can't─" his whimpers pour, head thrown back before his throat bobs with a dire exhale. A trail of sweat trails down the column of his neck, tempting you. You're feral enough to hook your nails into the skin of his nape, licking the salt clean off his skin.

He's docile like this, drunk on you, deciding between which view is better: your cunt dragging up and down his flushed cock or your face, thinly veiled in sweat with a part of your lips that's too erotic for words. It tortures him, the pain and the pleasure, evidently heard in the chesty groan he gives, lips forming into a pout as his eyes grow vacant, drifting off far away into his own fantasies. Your ego doesn't need further boosting, but the flattery is nice ─ having someone so gone for you, they'll fawn over your smallest details. Hope to capture any piece of you they can and in the swampy muddle of Jake's thoughts, his intentions shine through. His lips purse, face drawing to yours in a kiss you see coming and don't reciprocate. The best he's given is the splay of your hand as you push him back, forehead against your palm, his head knocked back to the exposure of his neck. He's so sensitive there, one of the things you care to remember for him, your chuckle marrying into his skin as the sink of your teeth preludes the graze of your tongue.

Jake may as well fall apart then and there, the shake of his body speaking to his torment as his hips lift to meet yours, the smack of skin cursing your eardrums as his tip notches into your sweet spot, your claws sinking deeper. Your eyes close, moan softened by the clamp of your lips, pleasure bloomed in your stomach coming into fruition.

Amusement finds itself tickling your chest, cocky grin cracked as Jake continues to shake, all your doing. Your hand migrates to cup his cheek, other hand bound to the car's headrest as your weight's supported by Jake's hands beneath, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Am I making you weak?" You don't bother hiding your chuckle, thumb brushing its way over to rest on his lips, his glossy eyes on yours. "You're cute,"

"Better when your mouth's busy."

The prompt parts his lips for your thumb, pillow lips engulfing the finger with a peer up at you best describes as true surrender. Unabashed and hopelessly wrapped around your finger.

Couldn't be you. 

Through the accumulated condensation, the mostly desolate parking lot incurs another vehicle, the rumble rocking beneath its wheels as loud music blares from its speakers. Your rhythm suffers, a minute buckle Jake catches you in, an exhale expelled from you as Jake shows his desperation, fingertips digging further as his hips buck up in haste, whines caught between your thumb then released. He thinks you're just as lost in this, body falling over his so his chin's tucked into the crook of your neck, his pants painting your feverish skin. However, you've just leaned forwards to get a better look, a peak of clear rear windshield confirming what you'd suspected all along. 

Heeseung's here.

In all the bids of attention men seek from you, his separates itself from others. Primarily because he doesn't even try, never spares the time nor a second glance. He simply exists outside your social circle, feeding into the emo, loner stereotype you thought people outgrew gossiping over at uni. Alias, he remains a permanent fixture in your mind, visiting you deep into the night when you're restless and reminiscing about how he strums his guitar and what other things he could do with his fingers. Calm and collected, he wears cool on his face, branding himself in beat up Doc Martens and Nu Metal rock band t-shirt, a genre you share a commonality in. It's the very same genre he blasts, Fred Durst's rant of breaking stuff cut off when Heeseung kills the car's engine. 

Your body reacts immediately, breath caught as you watch him haul out the flung open door, immediately lighting a cigarette he smokes against the side of his car. 

"God, you're soaked. I'm gonna come," Jake cries, reminding you of his presence. You cast him an ounce of curiosity, line of sight all pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. "Can I? Can I come inside? I don't wanna─"

His rambles get caught off when you've directed your gaze back at Heeseung, watching the cloud of smoke puff out his lips. At this point, he's nothing more than a blurred figure, the heat of working bodies shrouding the car in meant-to-be mystery. The charade only holds up for so long before someone notices, the someone being Heeseung as his head of pink hair tilts, gaze directed over at Jake's car. 

"Come in me," you mewl, coil tightened in your belly as your watchful eyes observe Heeseung creep towards the car. "I need it."

It couldn't be more obvious what occurs in the car's interior, your hips moving with intention as your eyes never leave Heeseung, the image of him pounding into you speed-running you to the cliff's edge. Moisture collects along your waterline, broken moan muffled into your circled arms as your walls clench in a suffocating squeeze, obscene squelches not doing enough to hide the rumble of Heeseung's approaching footsteps. They're only brought to a stall when Jake notches one last time into you, stars crossing your vision as you cry out with your release, Heeseung's name on the edge of your tongue. 

He never attends parties. 

Every club night, house party and in between has gathered fleeting moments where your eyes looked for him, Heeseung's presence never to be found. Perhaps he didn't care for the drunk crowd, better preferring the quiet of his room as Deftones lull in the background, immersing himself in whatever artistic hobby your mind could concoct. Fantasy fills the gaps left in the lack of interactions, your mind only left to wonder what kind of man he is behind the whispers of gossips, a torn artist with the sweetest voice, an iron-clad expression worn for the public with an immediate melt in the presence of loved ones. It's the exact scene that plays out before you as Heeseung's smokey eyeshadowed eyes cut across the room, landing on the figure that approaches him. Beomgyu, one of the more sociable emos who most likely extended the invitation to Heeseung, the bunch of his cheeks and the kindness of his eyes pouring as he gratefully accepts the drink handed to him. 

Your mind is everywhere all at once, diving across realms of possibilities, trying to explain his presence, how to approach him and whether your outfit is approach-worthy. It's attracted a lot of attention, hungry gazes cast your way, but in the same breath as your own satisfaction, you wonder: would he like my outfit? Would he give me the time of day? How do you not seem like a poser when you actually have the same─

"What's got your attention?" Jungwon's voice pierces through, your mirage broken. "Oh, your chemical romance is here." 

Eyes rolling to your best friend, your elbow nudges into his ribcage, a snickered yelp his response. "Can you not?"

"What? It's a good one, isn't it?" he beams a proud grin, shrouded in the darkness permeating the open-plan kitchen. A rainbow LED disco ball provides some glimmer of vision, the moonlight a supporting act as it streams through the kitchen's large windows, chatter and loud music dominating the space.

It's funny how in the chaos of it all, your mind narrows down to a single presence. Tucked away in the corner of the living room, on a leather couch as Heeseung chats with Beomgyu. He chips at his black nail polish, face brightening as Beomgyu relays a story full of animation, his friend catching the bug as his back lifts off the couch, an index finger pointed as he laughs. You don't hear it over the music, but you can only imagine what it sounds like.

Saying it leaves you floored is an understatement.

"You're gonna catch flies," Jungwon's hand lifts your jaw back into place, swatted away with a scowl sent his way. "Now you care when I'm handsy."

You grin as you straighten out your skirt, shimmying down the curves of your hips. "Wouldn't want you scaring away prospects," 

"Speaking in plurals when there is none," he gives a chuckle, head tipped to drink while his eyes remain on you. "You gonna approach him or am I taking you home tonight?"

Your head lifts, another roll of the eyes given in the face of his smugness. "You wish."

Then your gaze averts, because it's an inevitable in such circumstances. It happens by pure coincidence, the lock of your eyes, but it sends your chest into a violent ricochet. Seated right beside a lava lamp, Heeseung's side profile bathes in hues of sunset orange and resonate violet, his features soft and pretty, a stark contrast from the glimmer of piercings littering his face. What you'd assume is a gaze cast to Beomgyu is dismantled, his friend's figure vacant from the weathered leather couch, affording Heeseung the real estate to spread his legs, the tartan skirt over his jeans draping over his knees. As such, he looks to you, his chin slightly lifted in a leer of unspoken words. The lyrics of the thumping music boil into a babbled blur, softening to highlight the hard thump of your heart, beating at worrying speeds. It seeks to break free from the bruises of your chest, your hand white knuckling your drink yet still maintaining eye contact. 

The one thing you prided yourself on maintaining - initiating - turns on its head when roles are reversed, cotton ball caught in the lodge of your throat as Heeseung regards you. From head to toe, he gives you three quarters of his face with no known expression before his eyes settle back on your eyes again, taking their sweet time at the length of your skirt beforehand. His tongue then darts out, smoothed over the plump of his lip, a slick glide teasing the snake bites accented near the corners of his mouth. It's then you wonder like many times what they'd feel like against your tongue, run over in a wretched drag as you cup his chin in your hand, succumbing to your own rules, diving in for a kiss you can't resist because in the end, you'd deem it worth it. Worth the attachment and mess that always comes as a consequence.

The syrup of your stare clears in the middle, haloed in slow dribble as you witness the uptake of his mouth. On one-side, missable to the naked eye, but never yours. 

A sign, one you take and run with despite the rabbit in your chest, shoulders back as your legs take you towards him, the makeshift dancefloor clearing as the only way ahead leads to him. In the rash of your decision, your brain doesn't afford itself the luxury of anticipating what your first words may be to Heeseung, nor does it concern itself with anything else besides keeping your eyes on him, his stretch of satisfaction spreading as you stand over him, cracking a smile of your own. 

"This seat taken?" 

In the swarm of sloshed alcohol drinks and whispered proposals to head upstairs, Heeseung smiles at you, warm and inviting, ringed hand patting the open space the universe saves for you. And like every other good fortune tossed your way, you settle, no known nerves perceived except the slight tremour of your hand, engaging in your favourite pass-times. 

Volleyed flirting. 

"My taste's a bit all over the place, but divorced dad is where most my favourites skew," you joke later on, introductions and nervous chatter out the way.

You're more confident now, yourself with a straightened back and head tilted, smiling the same way you do when you've locked eyes with prey. However, what remains different in the game you've played with Jake is the absence of darted eyes, Heeseung headstrong as he observes you with the quiet confidence guys fawning over you rarely possess, babbling themselves into a hole you don't ruin your nails digging them out of. He's slouched a bit, legs still spread, extended knee a hairlength away from yours. He isn't the unreadable force you'd fuelled your fantasies with anymore, a sense of normalcy to him and yet, your heart's still set on him, the slim pickings of his personality given to you only heightening your attraction.

"Like Alice In Chains?"

"Yeah, Deftones, Queens of the Stone Age, Type O Negative, Stone Temple Pilots," you list, his impressed nods encouraging the flattery in your grin. "There was one house party where Unglued came on and I'd had some to drink,"

Your giggle interrupts you, attention lapsing momentarily at the buzz in your lap, your screen lighting up with texts. 

You wouldn't answer, not with the current matter at hand. 

"The kitchen counter and I made great friends that night. A video's probably saved in my friend's chat somewhere."

Heeseung gives a laugh, shielded by his fist, his bracelets jangling at the action. It's sincere, his shoulders lifted, almost pulled into himself as his eyes crinkle, their shine evident. You have to look away to calm the thunder in your chest.

"I would've paid good money to have seen it," he says, means it too in the soft expression he provides, your eyebrow raised in question. He doesn't bother with words, instead settling for a nod that feels a step closer to your end goal. "Maybe I need to get out more. Not just for concerts."

You point to the t-shirt he wears, a black concert t-shirt of a band you have a soft spot for. "You went to their concert?"

Heeseung peers down, chuckling to himself. "Of course! I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't see Cherub Rock live."

"It's so good live, right?" your exclaim comes with the drop of your hands, phone bouncing in your lap. It buzzes again and you toss it a glance of annoyance. "Crazy to think we went to the same concert."

"I know," he confirms, finger parting the coral fringe crowding his forehead. He shakes its part, eyes on you again. "Limp Bizkit's meant to be touring soon if you're interested?"

Hook, line and sinker. 

It's words you've imagined far too many times, playfulness in you enough to toy with the proposition. Reality differs from the imaginary, however, what's meant to be an obvious yes differing in a real-life reply.

"I'd go, but I've got an assignment to hand in," the one you're sure Jake texted you about earlier. Not that you cared to read his messages. All night, the texts you'd received come from him alone, a bid for your attention, especially since the last time you talked. Your usual afternoon work session ended in a confession of sorts, no explicit mention of his feelings, because he's too shy to say otherwise, but he'd proposed seeing each other like it was something you'd be interested in ─ it wasn't.

So, you let him down easy, hand coming to give him headpats like a wounded dog as you relayed some bullshit excuse, giving him the kiss of death on his forehead before departing. You should've ended things there, expressed no interest in pursuing something you didn't envision with him but the looming project deadline proposed awkwardness you'd rather avoid navigating. It's your mess, created by your greedy hands, so you dealt with how you knew best ─ stringing him along, appeasing him because even if the title of your boyfriend could never be his, he was eager enough to serve you at every beck and call.

Your sigh comes out wistful, eyes directed to the man in front of you. The same pair that have been on you ever since your eyes locked. Goosebumps litter your skin. "Exams too. So, I'm a bit stressed at the minute."

Bait.

That's what it is. An opportunity for Heeseung to take your advances packaged in a pretty bow, eyelashes batted with your legs crossed enough to hitch your skirt higher, unexplored skin on show.

His eyes don't miss it, lingering there delicately before they flicker up to yours, a shade darker. 

"That's a real shame. Would've been good to go together," his face starts to brim a closed-mouth smile, lopsided with all kinds of mischief. "Then again, if you're with me, you'll get rid of a lot of that stress,"

Chipped nail polish comes into view, a lone fingertip tapped against your knee in the thumps of ongoing music before he draws patterns, watching with a smile as goosebumps follow in his wake. His head lifts after he's derived enough satisfaction, the rise and fall of your chest seen in the cocky expression he displays. 

"I'm good at relieving stress." 

Which is how you find yourselves searching for the next deserted bedroom, your back meeting the plush mattress with your legs thrown over Heeseung's shoulders, fingers weaved into dyed hair as you sing his praises. 

"You're so wet for me, pretty," he moans around your clit, body squirming in its aftermath. "Needed me that bad, huh?" 

You have no idea. The thought comes to you, but quickly disappears in the fog of your brain, muddled beyond recognition in the puddle between your ears. 

"Poor pussy's just crying for me," he goes on, fingers replacing his mouth as they curl right at the angle bowing your back off the mattress. You face him with a mouth agape and screwed face, stars dancing in your vision's peripheral. "Hate to think what you would've done without me,"

A grin cracks, shit-eating and full of the confidence you give him. "Probably fucked yourself silly on your fingers wishing they were mine. Isn't that right, plaything?"

The cry you let out is released in pure ecstasy, thighs clamping together with the impossible squeeze of your walls, wound so incredibly tight you're gasping for air. 

"Close already?" his eyebrow cocks, finger incessant on bringing you there. "Didn't take you as the easy type..."

It's everything you're not, but deep down inside, you know. The ring of truth in his words, that you'd bend over backwards to experience this night again and again, fuck yourself to the very same images and the shame only brings your orgasm closer, so close you could─

"What the fuck?"

The lustful film takes its time clearing your sight, but when your head swivels to the open door of the bedroom, it disappears immediately. Along with your soul as Jake's figure lingers at the doorway, his glasses skew at the sight before him.

Not optimal, you'd imagine. 

He at least has the presence of mind to close the door. However, him stepping into the bedroom with an unreadable expression has you worried, body rushing to sit up as your legs close. 

Heeseung seems to have other ideas, hand lightly sandwiched between your knees with a flick to keep them apart. In an unbelievable change of circumstances, you'd rather keep them closed.

"What is this?" his eyes bounce between you and Heeseung, the obvious unfolding before him. His vision cuts to you, shock keeping his lips apart. "Are you serious?"

His arms fling upwards, fingers carding through his mess of curls as he spins hopelessly, grappling for reason. Heeseung casts you a sidelong glance, then the mess Jake's unravelling into. 

"You know her?" Heeseung asks, fingers retracting as he stands to his feet. 

Spun back Heeseung's way, Jake only directs his attention to him, wild eyes blinking fiercely as he stresses. "She's the girl I was talking about."

The girl..they were talking about?

They talk? 

A lot, it seems, as Heeseung turns to you with a look of horror. 

A boulder sinks to the pits of your stomach. 

"That's crazy because I was just─"

"I know what you were doing," Jake cuts him off, eyes swiftly on you. "To think I came here to…" 

The words burn in the fire of his building frustration, his groan dulling the distant sounds of the party as his hand swipes across the bottom of his face, jaw tight with tension.

You've never seen him this way, so pissed the shine in his eyes burns to ashes. Expression clouded with features so rigid they stir a mess of emotions in you. 

"Did you know?" he looks at you, appalled. "Did you know we were friends? Childhood friends, mind you. Was I just some plaything whilst you were busy with other guys? Were you screwing me around?"

"Jake," your head jerks back, stunned by his audacity. "We aren't dating," 

You continue despite the eerie silence. "I know we've…done stuff, but it was never, we were never…"

Dating. 

You might as well have sucked all the life out of the room, every figure unmoving as the party goes on, drunk students blissfully unaware of a different mess occurring metres away. 

"I asked you to be exclusive," he states, plain and simple. "I asked for his advice because I was so fucking scared but asked you anyways. Only for you say you weren't sure, that you'd think about it and give me any answer after our submission,"

His index finger gestures vaguely between you and Heeseung. "This your idea of thinking?" 

Perhaps your luck has ran out, exhausted by the good graces that kept coming your way for reasons of which always seemed unfair. That much is clear in the rolling horror film staring you as its main lead.

"Jake," Heeseung speaks for the first time, your lifted head spying the hands he braces against his friend's shoulders. "Let's relax, okay? We can solve this."

Jake does a wild blink at him, ignoring you. "What do you mean solve this? You think I can just say keep fucking her bro, I don't even care?" 

An amused huff gets out Heeseung's nose, laughter reeled back by the clamp of his lips. "No, that's not what I had in mind."

"What is?"

Heeseung's head turns to yours, then slowly Jake's. He's still mad, more wrecked than harbouring animosity. And Heeseung, he's unreadable as ever. Except when your pupils bounce between them, body curling into itself with a tremble, you sense it before you see it. 

The sharp edges of his smirk, the very same one you'd worn when Jake was putty in your hands. 

Shit. 

Misfortune looks a bit different this time round. 

In the four walls of some unfortunate's bedroom, you'd clutched the front of your top, deadset on the assumption that your luck had run out, that karma had finally coming knocking on your door. In the cat and mouse game you'd played with unlucky kills, you'd sold them a dream ─ shapeshifting into the affection they desperately wanted, sweet enough to get what you want and for them to never entertain anything else because they couldn't stand risk of losing you. And when a new, shiny toy came along or their feelings reached boiling point, the kiss of death awaited them, sugar-coated ending words all you could give before it was onto the next one. 

There's some questionable morality in it, sure, but no one comes out of this life unscathed. Preachers of holier than thou most yield the bloodiest hands of all and frankly, you screwing over men isn't a crime regarded with the utmost of significance. However, you do have a conscience and in the howls of night, it kept you awake deliberating if your own selfish needs preceded Jake's feelings because if you're honest with yourself, he didn't deserve this. He'd giggle light as air coming across the campus' roaming cat, specifically carrying treats in case he encountered the furry animal, enthusiastically nod along with the prettiest of smiles in the mass of bored lecture hall-bound students making lecturer feel worth while and he treated you well. Made sure you never touched a door and pulled out all your chairs, taught you the missing links of the software you didn't dare mastering and met everything you ever said with eagerness, even the most mundane of details no one else cared for.

If this was an AITA re-telling, screen split displaying someone's mindless Minecraft sprint, the comment section would be aflame with sympathizers. Coddling Jake and calling you the very blatant asshole you are.

Perhaps this is what assholes get, striped of their dignity, all your clothes in a sorry pile on the carpeted floor as Heeseung and Jake remain covered, nothing but sin and vengeance in their eyes. They've only lowered their trousers enough to reveal their cocks, painfully hard in your presence but never giving in to what you push your hips for, because really, you on all fours is nothing but gratification for them, you a mere means to an end. 

Funny how things change. 

"Should've known you were like this when we fucked in my car," Jake gruffs, a sigh produced as his flushed tip paints your lips in precome. As a reflex, your eyes flicker to his, tongue running over the trail in a motion that makes him groan, his cock wasting no time feeding into your mouth. "So dirty." 

Like he's one to talk. Because when Heeseung's suggestion is set in motion, he's all over you, the same song and dance, contrasted by the grain of possession and bottled resentment. His kisses are searing, prying the hunger out of you and when Heeseung sandwiches himself in the mix, hands fondling your nearly exposed chest, a firm grip holds your jaw in place, eyes blinking in a haze. Your vision catches up soon enough, watching as the knit between Jake's brows cements itself in the harsh spit he drops into your mouth, enough force to jerk your head back. Heeseung's finger flicks over your perked nipple, intensifying the moan echoed in the back of your throat. Jake witnesses it all, the twist of pleasure your features mould into and smiles briefly, wicked nonetheless before he proceeds to where you are now.

Behind you, Heeseung pulls out completely, a mewl around Jake's cock he croaks a rasped moan at. The same is mirrored by you as Heeseung traces your soaking entrance, marking it in a mixture of precome and your slick before he slides in again, your walls conforming to his generous size. 

"That was you?" Heeseung asks, an incredulous laugh mixed in with the smack of your ass. "Fucking in a car? How desperate are you?" 

An imprint sizzles against the flesh of your ass, muffled around the gag of your throat. "Must be plenty if you're moaning for cock like that."

If not for your busy mouth, you'd collapse under the weight of Heeseung's words, so deliriously wound by lust you can't see straight, muscles burning in your arms. The only thing you can muster is a poor gag, saliva dribbling down your chin as you peer upwards. Jake's still mad, his chest laboured with a rigid set to his once soft features, staring you down with an emotion only making your stomach churn. 

"Think I prefer her when her mouth filled. What you think, Jake?" 

He talks about you like you're not in the room, tears rippling down your cheek from their tight squeeze. In an instant, they flutter open, blinking rapidly from the force of Heeseung's thrust feeding Jake further into your mouth. 

"Yeah," he agrees, voice grounded in gravel as he gives you his dark eyes. "You'd think she'd respect herself enough to not let us do this." 

Brought to your knees, the degrading words do something funny to your brain, rewrite its chemistry and fire neurons long left dormant in the play you've busied yourself with Jake. You being the one in control, calling all the shots, only to meet your makers. 

"Poor girl's leaking over everywhere," Heeseung chastises, grip bruising on your hips as he fucks you within an inch of your life, desperate gasps for air coming out in gurgles around Jake's length, prioritising his release fast approaching. "Your greed knows no end, huh? That's why you've done all this. Couldn't be satisfied with one cock, had to choke on two,"

Molten lava's poured down your back, arching it in a deep bow only allowing Heeseung to reach deeper, the deepest part of you bruised with punishment, the kind that curls your toes and rolls your eyes back in ecstasy. The twist in your lower bell is weaved so violently, as tight as you feel and the release you're nearing feels too explosive for words, a hopeless claw hinging and falling off the material of Jake's trousers. 

Something like please is mumbled around Jake's length, tears clumping your lashes together as your only salvation is Jake, his figure haloed in the wrath of Heeseung's pistons, so persistent on ruining you from the inside out. 

"Jake," your neck cranes, a dire inhale taken as your lips detach from his cock, string of saliva connecting you to his tip. "Please, I can't─I'm gonna,"

The end of your sentence frays into a rasped moan, a particular thrust dealt to you rendering you a sack of bones, nearly melting into the pathetic puddle you currently identify with. Jake saves you the embarrassment, jaw in his hand as he props you up, your arms shaking with the rest of your body, taking on more bliss than it can handle. 

"Thought you wanted this, to have your cake and eat it too, no?" he relents, your jaw forgotten in the pursuit of his own orgasm, red-knuckled fisting his cock out the reach of your mouth. "You should be thanking us for going easy on you, you should thank me. Say it."

Timidity chooses now to intervene, the scorch of your cheeks incomparable with the palm smacked against your clit, a buck of your body curving it into half a circle as Heeseung laughs behind you, resuming his steady pace. 

"I'd listen to him if I were you," Heeseung suggests, words breathy as he nears his own orgasm, chasing it with the bounce of your ass. "Would improve your chances of coming." 

A slave to your own pleasure, your fingers curl in the duvet covers of another, line of sight finding Jake's. His lips are caught between his teeth, muffling the same broken moans you've become well acquainted with, the image furthering the twist in your belly as your eyes pinch together, letting shame swallow you whole. 

"Thank─"

The gesture dies there, intercepted by the long drawn out moan Jake emits, enveloping the hot room as he orgasms, your face his canvas as spurts of come catch onto your features. Your eyes close on instinct, come landing over the makeup you'd spent the better part of getting ready perfecting, now covered in Jake's act of a get-back, stooping you to the level you'd always regarded him with. It should flare some annoyance, some shred of offence, but in the clench of your walls, memorising every ridge and vein of Heeseung's cock still hitting all the spots that make you weak, you can only let out a gasp, disbelief huffing out your chest in a hollow laugh. Like the delirious chuckle you give, your tongue lolls out over your lips to lick remnants of come within reach. 

"Shit, I'm gonna come," Heeseung rasps behind you, grip firming on your hips as all your ears pick up on is the smack of skin, your breaths ragged as your arms crumble to the bed, giving in. Perched on the fold of your arms, your forehead braces, lungs expanding for oxygen you're pressed for, the fire alight in your body all consuming.

"I'll give you a present for your troubles. That's what girls like you like, right? Being filled with come?"

Rhetorical questions never yield answers and if you had one working brain cell, perhaps you could've conjured up a snarky reply, left the room with some semblance of dignity but again ─ if you're ruled by anything, it's your own selfish greed.

So, your legs flail in aimless kicks and circles, dulled ache in your jaw from its permanent extension as desperation flies out your mouth. 

"Pleasepleaseplease, please come in me," you wail, release close enough to taste. "You're gonna make me─!"

Your pathetic rambles are cut off by your own scream, unleashed from the depths of you where Heeseung notches himself one last time before he comes, satisfying your bottomless hunger as he paints your walls in white. Your orgasm rocks you beyond comprehension, body lapsing into convulsions, your figure slumping into the plush of the mattress when Heeseung pulls out, the remainder of his come painted across the expanse of your ass. 

You're left to shiver and shake, left to wallow in the consequences of your actions as your pressed chest attempts to sustain the aftermath of your body, eventually regaining it enough to lose its laboured rhythm. When you come to, your head lifts to survey your surroundings, finding Jake still there. Perched in front of you, having watched every moment of your undoing. 

You must still have some come smeared on you, deducted from the glide of his fingers gathering a sample from your cheek, offered centimetres from your lips. A pout is all it'd take for Jake to relent last, except this isn't like before. The tide's changed and as much as you feign some decency, it's of your volition when your lips pry again, digesting the come sample off Jake's fingers, tongue swirling along his fingers to not leave a drop behind. 

"You're fucked," Jake says, stating the obvious. There should be malice in his words, but you can't find any, none detected in the softened hue of his eyes, peripheral spying his fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop. "But you're ours now,"

He gets up to leave, a form of panic flaring in your chest at his departure and what ours mean. True to himself and you, he doesn't leave without the press of his lips to your forehead, a stray hair tucked behind your ear before he utters his last words. 

"See you tomorrow." 

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You’re fixing your lip gloss in the reflection of Jake’s borrowed your calculator, your attention completely lost on the cherry-pink shine instead of the math worksheet sitting untouched in front of you.

“Baby,” he murmurs, leaning back in his chair with that lazy grin that gets him out of trouble far too often, “you look fine.”

You blink at him, doe-eyed.

“Really?”

Jake almost laughs at how serious you sound. "Yeah, really. Wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." His hand snakes out, fingers catching your chin before you can react. "But pretty faces don’t pass tests."

You giggle because compliments make your brain go fizzy, and he leans over and kisses you once, soft and lingering, like he’s rewarding you for being cute. When he pulls back, his thumb smears your lip gloss across your bottom lip.

"Now," he says, tapping his pencil against your notebook, "are we gonna pretend to study, or am I wasting my time here?"

You pout at the notebook, like a child denied ice cream.

“I don’t get why there are letters in math,” you complain, twirling the pink pen between your fingers. “Numbers were already enough.”

Jake snorts softly from across the library table, dragging the worksheet closer before you can accidentally doodle hearts in the margins again. He leans over to rewrite the equation for the third time, and your eyes drift from the page to the exposed skin of his forearms, before landing on the swell of his biceps that flexed whenever he rested his elbows against the table.

Jake was too nice to look at, and it made studying with him impossible.

“Here,” he says, moving your notebook closer. “You solve this one.”

You immediately push it back.

Jake exhales sharply through his nose, like he's already exhausted by you. "You're gonna make me beg?" His knee nudges yours apart beneath the table. "Or should I just give up and bend you over this desk instead?"

"I don't know how!"

"You know exactly how," he counters, "You've been teasing me for twenty minutes."

You twirl your pink pen. "Maybe I like it when you get frustrated."

Jake's laugh is low and dangerous. "You're the worst student I've ever had."

"But I'm your favourite. Aren’t I?"

He pauses just long enough to make your stomach flip. "Yeah," he admits.

Before you can think too hard about it, Jake reaches over and takes the pencil from your hand.

“Watch,” he says. “You move this here first, then divide both sides.”

You try to focus. You really do!

But Jake’s sitting close enough that his shoulder keeps brushing yours every time he writes, and he smells faintly like cologne, and suddenly algebra feels like the least important thing in the room.

“You’re not listening,” he says without looking up.

“How do you know?”

The thing was, you weren’t listening. You probably hadn’t been for the last 3 minutes he spent explaining equations that didn’t make sense. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t trying to pay attention; you seriously did try your best. You’d listen attentively as he explained content you had no understanding of, attempting to let the words click in your head. 

“Okay,” he says slowly, tapping the worksheet with the end of the pencil. His brows pull together in fake seriousness as he turns toward you. “Tell me what comes first.”

You stare at the equation for a long moment, glossed lips pursed thoughtfully.

Then you glance at him.

Then back at the worksheet.

“…crying?” you answer quietly.

Jake immediately drops his head into his hand, shoulders shaking with laughter he’s trying to hold in. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters into his palm.

“I’m serious,” you insist with a small pout, sitting up straighter in your chair. Your bracelets clink against the table as you gesture dramatically toward the page. “This looks evil.”

“It’s literally basic algebra.”

“Then why,” you ask, squinting suspiciously at the numbers, “are there so many steps?”

“Because math would be too easy otherwise.”

You slump in your chair, defeated by the question. Jake could lie and say he wasn’t watching the way your chest bulged over your top as you did, but that would be the furthest thing from the truth. 

"Y'know," he says, spinning the pencil between his fingers with infuriating ease, "most girls at least pretend to care when I tutor them."

“I do care!” you insist, fluttering your fake lashes.

“Really?” Jake raises a brow, unconvinced.

“Yeah.” You nod earnestly. “I care about making you proud of me.”

That catches him off guard. His smirk falters for half a second—just long enough for you to notice—before he schools his expression back into one of lazy amusement.

“That’s…” He clears his throat, adjusting in his seat. “Not what I meant.”

Jake exhales sharply through his nose, dragging a hand through his hair. "Christ. You're manipulative."

You grin. "And yet you're still here."

"Because if I'm not," he leans in, voice dropping low, "some idiot's gonna have to explain why you failed."

"And because you like me."

Jake stares at you for a beat too long before exhaling slowly. "You make it really fuckin' hard to remember why I agreed to this."

Your eyes widen innocently. "Studying with me?"

“Yeah.”

You lean closer, lowering your voice like it’s a secret. "Is it because I distract you?"

Jake doesn't answer right away. His gaze flicks to your lips, then back up, before he huffs out a quiet laugh.

"You distract everyone," he mutters, shaking his head like he can't believe he's admitting it.

You beam as if you've just won something.

Jake watches you for another second before shoving the worksheet back in front of you with a sigh. "Alright, pretty girl. Focus." He taps the paper. "Solve it."

You chew on the end of your pen thoughtfully. "...Can I have a hint?"

Jake groans. "Jesus. I've given you, like, six."

"One more?" you wheedle, nudging his arm with your elbow.

He exhales sharply, but there's no real bite to it when he finally relents. "Move the x-values first."

You scribble something down with intense concentration, tongue poking slightly against the inside of your cheek. Jake watches quietly this time, chin resting against his fist.

A whole minute passes before you slide the notebook toward him with a triumphant grin.

“I got an answer,” you announce proudly.

He leans over. “Okay, let’s see—”

Then Jake stops.

"...How the fuck," he says slowly, tracing the pink "42" smudged across the page, "did you get forty-two?"

Your proud smile falters. “That’s bad, isn’t it?”

Jake looks from the paper—where the numbers only go up to twelve—back to your pouting face. His mouth twitches.

“Baby,” he says carefully, trying not to laugh again, “the equation only goes up to twelve. Did you just... guess?”

You puff out your glossed lips in an exaggerated pout, twirling a curled strand of hair around your manicured finger. "But numbers are, like, soooo confusing!" you whine, deliberately pushing your chest forward until your bedazzled, low-cut crop top looks like it could split at the seams at any second.

Jake's gaze drops to your cleavage for a second too long before he exhales sharply.

"Christ." He snatches the pen from your hand, scrawling the actual answer onto the page. "This is what happens when you flirt instead of focusing."

You bat your lashes. "But flirting's way more fun!"

Jake sets the pencil down, rubbing his mouth with one hand to hide his smile. "Alright. Let's try this differently."

"Oooh, are we playing a game?"

His fingers trail up your bare arm, making you shiver. "Something like that." He taps the pencil against your bottom lip. "First rule? No skipping steps."

You pout prettily. "But rules are boring!"

"Trust me," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath ghosts over your ear. "You'll love the rewards."

"First," he announces, tapping the paper. "Write the equation perfectly. Every symbol in the right place."

When you bite your lip and copy the equation (after three tries), his large hand slides up your thigh beneath your skirt. "Good girl," he purrs, thumb brushing dangerously close to where you're already damp.

"Reward one," he continues, guiding your hand as you subtract from both sides. When you get it right, his fingers tilt your chin up. You squeal when his lips crash against yours, his tongue teasing your lower lip before pulling away.

You're already breathless when he murmurs, "Reward two" He watches intently as you divide, his fingers tracing idle circles on your inner thigh. "Beautiful." His hand slides yours to his lap, where the hard length of him strains against his sweats.

"Reward three," he groans as you free him, his hips jerking when your fingers wrap around his cock. He guides your strokes, slow and firm.

"Now solve," he rasps, teeth grazing your neck. Your fingers tighten instinctively when you gasp out the answer.

"F-five," you whimper, and his grip tightens around your wrist.

Jake groans, his hips jerking into your grip. "Perfect." His free hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher until his fingers brush the damp fabric of your panties. "Reward four." He presses his palm against you, letting you grind shamelessly against him while you keep stroking his cock.

Your breath comes in uneven gasps, the dual sensation making it impossible to think. "J-Jake—"

"One more step," he murmurs, lips grazing your ear. "Prove it." He nudges your panties aside, dragging two fingers through your slick folds. "Show me how you got five."

You whimper, thighs trembling as his fingers circle your clit. "I—I subtracted first, then—oh god—divided—"

"Good girl." His fingers plunge inside you without warning, curling just right. Your back arches, your grip tightening around his cock as pleasure coils tight in your belly.

The textbook slides off the table when he lifts you onto it, spreading your legs wider. "Now," he growls, lining himself up, "let's check your work."

The first thrust punches the air from your lungs. His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto him with each rough snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping fills the tiny dorm room, your moans muffled against his shoulder.

You come with a sob as Jake’s free hand claps over your mouth, concealing your desperate whines. Jake exhales sharply as he pulls out, watching you shiver at the sudden emptiness.  His fingers trail lazily through the mess between your thighs, smearing it across your flushed skin before bringing them to your lips.

"Lick," he commands, voice rough.

You part your lips obediently, swirling your tongue around his fingers until they’re clean, tasting the mix of salt and sweetness on his fingers. 

By the third "lesson", your ponytail is lopsided, lipstick smudged from Jake’s mouth on yours. His sweats are shoved halfway down his thighs, your sticky-sweet moans filling the room every time his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Still stuck?" he taunts, thrusting deeper as you squeal, hands scrabbling at the desk.

"Nuh-uh!" you lie, toes curling when he pinches your nipple through your lace bra. "I—oh!—I totally remember now!"

Jake’s grin is feral as he pulls out, positioning you onto your knees on the floor. "Prove it."

You whimper but obey, sinking your manicured fingers into his thighs before taking him into your mouth with an exaggerated, wet pop. His groan is ragged above you, hands fisting in your hair as you look up through your lashes, drool dripping down your chin.

"Such a good girl," he praises, and you preen, hollowing your cheeks just the way he likes.

The dorm room is a wreck by the time he’s done with you—your skirt ripped off, hair a tangled mess, and makeup ruined in the best way. Jake’s lazily tracing equations on your bare stomach with his cum when you stretch like a cat, giggling.

"See?" you chirp, wiggling your hips. "I told you I’m a fast learner!"

His hand smacks your ass hard enough to make you yelp. "We’ll see tomorrow," he growls, biting your shoulder. "After I quiz you."

Your breathy giggle dissolves into a moan as his fingers slide between your thighs again.

"Uh-oh," you whisper, already arching into his touch. "Better study extra hard…"

[nisc0]

A short sequel from the story : GOOD BOY ─── part 1 〡 part 2

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!jake 𝓍 f!reader 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI) 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : swearing, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mattress humping, sub!jake, dom!f!reader, creampie 𝐰𝐜 : 0.8k

You lay sprawled on the bed, your chest heaving with Jake's face buried between your legs. The sensation of his tongue was maddening, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He was eating you out with a frenzied and hungry rhythm, his lips and tongue working you over with focus, almost looking like worship.

You looked down, watching him. His dark hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead as he lapped at you. His hips were moving restlessly, grinding against the mattress beneath him. You could see the evidence of his own arousal ; his erection was straining against his boxers, the fabric pulled tight as he humped the sheets, seeking friction. A bead of clear precum had gathered at the tip, appearing in a spot on his boxers as he moved. He looked so lost in the delight of pleasing you, completely forgetting about his own needs, which only made the sight even more erotic.

"You taste so good," he mumbled against you, his voice muffled by your skin.

You reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop," you urged, your hips bucking slightly to meet his mouth. He groaned, the vibration humming against you, and doubled his efforts. The pleasure built rapidly, a tight knot in your stomach threatening to snap. Just as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, he pulled back slightly. His lips glistened with your arousal, and he looked up at you, his eyes profound and dilated.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked, his voice longing with need.

"Yes, you can." you breathed.

He shifted his position, moving up your body until he was hovering over you. He reached between your legs, his fingers trailing down your inner thigh before dipping into your wetness. He was gentle at first, testing your readiness, his fingers sliding through your folds. You gasped, arching your back off the mattress.

"Oh fuck, you're so wet," he whispered, his fingers finding your entrance. He pushed one finger inside, then a second, scissoring them to stretch you. He moved them in a slow, attentive pace, his thumb rubbing lazily against your clit.

You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows. "Fuck yes," you hissed.

He leaned down, resting his head on your stomach, his hair tickling your skin. His fingers continued to work you from that angle, his thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive nub. You could feel the muscles in his arms trembling as he focused on bringing you to the edge. The view of him looking up at you from between your legs, his eyes locked on yours, was enough to push you over the edge. You cried out, your body arching as you came, your muscles clamping down around his fingers. He kept thrusting them gently, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure until you were spent.

He slowly pulled his fingers out before bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean. You watched him, mesmerized by his devotion.

"Turn over," you commanded softly.

He obeyed instantly, rolling onto his stomach and positioning himself behind you. You felt him reach around, his fingers finding your entrance again. He pushed himself inside you, inch by agonizing inch, filling you completely. The stretch was intense, but you welcomed it. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his size.

"Jake," you whispered his name.

He nodded, understanding, and began to move. His thrusts were sluggish and deep, hitting you in all the right places. You wrapped one arm around his neck, tilting his head down for a rough kiss. His lips were hungering, his tongue battling with yours. You could feel the sweat beading on his skin, mixing with the heat between you.

As the intensity built, his pace quickened. He was no longer holding back, his hips slamming against yours with a force that left you breathless. You could hear the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of your bodies joining. He was chasing his own release, his eyes locked on yours, filled with raw need.

"You're too good for me," he groaned, his voice strained.

You dug your nails into his back, leaving red marks in his wake. "I'm close," you panted.

"Shit, me too," he cooed.

He pounded into you harder, his grip on your hips tightening. You could feel him throbbing inside you, ready to burst. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he came. You felt the hot rush of his release filling you, marking you as his.

He collapsed onto you, his chest heaving against your back. You could feel his seed spilling out of you, mixing with your own arousal. He stayed inside you and reached back, his fingers dipping into the mixture, and brought them back to your pussy. He used his fingers to push the cum back inside you, ensuring every drop stayed where it belonged.

You turned your head to look at him, a satisfied smile on your afterglow. "Good boy," you whispered.

He rested his head on your shoulder, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "It's the fifth time already, Y/N. I can't take more." he murmured.

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the connection between you. "Don’t lie, I know you can." you smiled.

[hoonalt]

EULOGY ~؛༊˚𓍢심재윤

Pairing: jake x f!reader

Content: smut,p in v, unprotected sex,jake calls reader baby,idk

Wc: 1.3k

A/n: this anon reqᥬᩤ

Jake had been desperate lately and right now he had you spread open on the bed before either of you said much. Your legs were already trembling from the way he’d been looking at you. He knelt between your thighs, one hand pinning your hip down while the other traced lazy circles over your clit with two slick fingers.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “That’s my girl.”

He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep.Stretch so good he had you arching , a breathy moan slipping out. Jake’s other hand slid up your stomach to your tits, cupping one fully, thumb brushing the stiff peak before he pinched it lightly. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging just enough to make your cunt clench around the digits fucking into you.

“Look at these pretty tits,” he said, leaning down to suck one into his mouth. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing, while his fingers pumped faster, curling against that spot that made your thighs shake. Wet sounds filled the room—his fingers plunging in and out of your soaked pussy, his mouth loud on your breast.

He added a third finger, stretching you wider. “Fuck, you take it so well. So greedy for me.”

Your first orgasm hit fast. It crashed through you, walls pulsing hard around his fingers. Jake didn’t stop, kept stroking that spot until you were whining, hips jerking. Only when you started to come down did he slow, easing his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while watching you.

He kissed your lips first slow, deep, tasting you on his tongue then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. That’s one.”

You were still panting when he pulled you on top of him. He was naked now, cock hard and flushed against his stomach. He gripped your hips and guided you down until just the head of his cock nudged your entrance. Then he sank you onto him in one smooth glide, burying himself to the hilt.

“Shit—” he groaned, head tipping back. “So fucking warm. Stay right there, baby. Let me feel you.”

He held you flush against him, arms wrapped around your back, cock throbbing deep inside your cunt. Neither of you moved.The fullness of him stretching you, your walls fluttering around every inch. His hands roamed up to your tits again, kneading them, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. He pinched and rolled them until you were whimpering, shifting restlessly on his cock.

“Be good and stay still,” he whispered against your neck, but his mouth found your tits again—sucking hard, leaving faint marks around your nipples. Every tug sent sparks straight to your clit. You clenched around him involuntarily and he hissed, hips twitching once before he controlled himself.

Minutes passed like that. You full of him. Roaming his hand around your chest. The ache of needing more slowly driving you insane.

When you finally couldn’t take it anymore you started rolling your hips. Jake let you, hands sliding down to grip your ass, guiding you.

“That’s it. Ride me, baby. Use my cock.”

You braced your hands on his chest and moved slow at first, then deeper, grinding down so his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Jake’s eyes stayed on your tits as they bounced, one hand returning to play with them, pinching your nipples in time with your rhythm.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. Tits in my face, pussy creaming all over me.” His praise was breathy. “Keep going. Just like that.”

You rode him harder, thighs burning, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. The pressure built fast. Jake sat up slightly, mouth latching onto your nipple again, sucking hard while you fucked yourself on his cock.

Your second orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, clenching violently around him. Jake kissed your lips through it, swallowing every moan, then pulled back to press his mouth to your forehead, holding you down on his cock while you shook.

“Two,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re doing so well for me.”

He didn’t let you come down fully. He flipped you onto your back, hooked your legs over his arms, and drove back in deep. The new angle made you see stars. He fucked you with steady, slow strokes, one hand still on your tit, squeezing and tugging your nipple.

But he wanted more.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching. His fingers replaced his cock three again, fucking into you fast and rough while his thumb rubbed your swollen clit.

“Come on, baby. Give me another one.”

You came hard on his fingers, back arching off the bed, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Jake leaned over you, kissing your lips, then your forehead again, murmuring praise between each kiss.

“Such a perfect fucking pussy.”

He slid back inside you before the aftershocks faded. This time he pulled you on top again, but facing away from him. His hands immediately found your tits from behind, groping them roughly as you sank down on his cock.

“Ride me again. Want to feel you fall apart while I play with these babies.”

You bounced on him, his cock hitting deep every time you slammed down. His fingers still playing with your breasts, rolling, tugging your nipples until they were swollen and aching.

Jake’s voice was wrecked. “That’s my girl. Fucking yourself so good on my cock. Your tits feel so perfect in my hands baby,they fit so well."

You ground down hard, chasing it. Wet heat gushed over his cock and thighs, soaking the sheets. Your whole body convulsed, cunt spasming wildly around him.

Jake groaned loud, holding you down on his cock through every pulse. He kissed the side of your neck, then turned your head to claim your lips. When you were still trembling he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“Fuck god baby, you squirted so pretty for me.”

“Think you can give me one more?” he asked against your ear, voice soft but hungry. “Want to feel you come around me while I’m buried inside you.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles while he thrust. The overstimulation blurred into pleasure again. Your tits bounced with every push.

You came a fifth time, weaker but longer, a full-body shudder that left you limp. Jake kissed your lips through the peak, then your forehead, holding you close as you pulsed around his cock.Jake thought this was his heaven.

For a long while afterward he stayed inside you, soft and spent. His arms stayed wrapped around you, one hand gently cupping your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in absent, soothing strokes. He kept pressing lazy kisses to your forehead and lips, murmuring how perfect you were, how well you took him, how warm and wet you still felt around his cock.

©hoonalt

[angelvvii]

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pairing: jake sim x fem!reader

rating: explicit| 18+ only| mdni (or do, idgaf)

wc:6,3k (oopsie?)

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𝙨 𝙮 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙨 𝙞 𝙨

jake, your roommate who’s been secretly obsessed with you for six months — stealing glances at your tiny shorts, jerking off to the sound of you moaning when you stretch, and memorizing every little habit of yours until one night when he finally snaps.

|tw: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, minor dni. porn with NO plot, (zero plot, straight filth) somnophilia / dubcon → consensual (starts while you’re “asleep,” you wake up and beg for it) roommate AU with heavy mutual pining + slight yandere/obsession vibes size kink, detailed, creampie, breeding talk, cum leaking jake is very whiny, whimpery, and vocal (moaning, stuttering, whining between words) oral (jake eating pussy + desperate mattress humping) dirty talk (praise + light degradation) slight possessiveness? slight choking. unprotected sex (do it) p in v,

idk manew lmk if i missed smth

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Jake couldn't sleep. Again.

It was becoming a real fucking problem at this point—this insatiable, gnawing ache that settled deep in his gut every night without fail. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flashed behind his eyelids like a dirty film he couldn't turn off. The way your lips wrapped around your morning coffee, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint gloss on the rim. How your shorts rode up your thighs when you sat cross-legged on the couch, the soft fabric bunching and exposing the smooth, warm skin he kept catching himself staring at. The fucking sound you made when you stretched after a long day of classes—a soft, breathy little moan that slipped from your throat and went straight to his cock, making it twitch hard against his thigh.

He groaned into his pillow, the fabric damp from the heat of his breath, and shifted onto his side. His body felt feverish, heavy with frustration. The sheets tangled around his legs, doing nothing to ease the insistent throb between them. He willed his mind to calm the fuck down, to think about anything else—work, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, tomorrow's errands. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans for him tonight.

Because through the thin walls of your shared apartment, he could hear you. The soft rustle of your sheets as you turned over. A quiet, contented sigh that spilled from your room and directly into his racing mind, wrapping around every filthy thought he'd tried to bury.

You'd been roommates for six months now. Six months of torture. Six months of Jake pretending he wasn't completely obsessed with you, with your body, with every little thing you did. He'd memorized your schedule—what time you woke up, the exact rhythm of the shower water when you washed your hair, which nights you stayed in curled up with a book versus when you went out with friends in those tight little tops that made his jaw clench. He knew more about you than any roommate should—the way you hummed when you cooked, how your laugh filled the living room, the faint scent of your vanilla body lotion that lingered in the bathroom long after you'd left. But he couldn't bring himself to care about how wrong it was. Not when every glimpse of you made his blood run hotter.

And tonight, with you just one room away, asleep and completely unaware, Jake felt his last thread of self-control snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.

His feet hit the cold floor before his brain caught up, the chill biting into his bare soles and sending a shiver up his spine. The hallway was dark, quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen and the heavy thud of his own heartbeat in his ears. He told himself he just needed water. That's all this was. A quick trip to the kitchen, a splash of cold on his face, and then back to bed like a responsible adult.

But his feet carried him past the kitchen. Past the bathroom. Straight to your door.

Your bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for the faint glow of your bedside lamp to spill into the hallway like a golden invitation he had no right to accept. You always left it on—a habit from childhood, you'd told him once over breakfast, your cheeks flushing slightly as you admitted to being scared of the dark. Jake thought it was adorable. He thought everything about you was adorable. And dangerous. And so fucking tempting.

He pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the faint creak of the hinges. The sound seemed to echo in the silence, loud as a gunshot to his heightened senses, and he froze, heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for any sign that you'd heard him—the shift of sheets, a sleepy question, the click of your lamp turning on.

Nothing.

You were fast asleep — or were you?— curled up on your side with one arm tucked under your pillow and the other stretched out across the empty space beside you, as if reaching for something in your dreams. Your hair was fanned out across the mattress, a messy halo that caught the soft light and gleamed like silk. And those fucking pajama shorts—the ones with the little bows on the hem—had ridden up dangerously high on your thighs, exposing the soft, smooth skin that Jake had spent countless nights imagining touching, tasting, gripping.

He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his disheveled hair, fingers catching on the damp strands at his nape. His cock strained against his boxers, already leaking, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to the swollen head.

What the fuck am I doing?

This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. You were his roommate, his friend, someone who trusted him enough to share this apartment, to leave your door cracked open without a second thought. And here he was, standing in your doorway in the middle of the night like some kind of depraved predator, breathing hard and fighting the urge to palm himself right there.

But then you shifted. Slowly. Your legs fell open just a fraction, the movement lazy and unconscious, and you let out this tiny, breathy whimper that hit him like a punch to the gut. His cock throbbed painfully, a bead of precum soaking through his boxers as heat flooded his veins.

That was it. That was the final nail in his coffin.

He moved before he could stop himself, crossing the small distance between the door and your bed in two quick strides, each step feeling heavier than the last, like wading through molasses. The floorboards creaked under his weight, a low protest that made his stomach twist, but you didn't stir. You were completely out, lost in whatever dreams had taken you for the night, your chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths that made your tank top cling to the soft curves of your breasts.

For a long moment, Jake just stood there, looming over your sleeping form like some kind of predator. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as the air between you thickened with unbearable tension. He could smell you—vanilla and warm skin and that faint floral shampoo that always drove him insane. His mouth watered. His hands ached.

Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto the edge of your mattress.

The bed dipped under his weight, the mattress sighing softly, and he held his breath, every nerve on fire as he waited for you to wake. To scream. To demand to know what the fuck he was doing in your room in the middle of the night.

But you didn't.

You just snuggled deeper into your pillow, letting out another soft sigh that made Jake's head spin and his cock jerk against his thigh. The heat from your body radiated toward him, pulling him closer like a magnet.

His hand trembled as he reached out, fingertips hovering for what felt like an eternity before brushing against your hip. Your skin was so fucking soft—softer than he'd imagined in all those desperate late-night fantasies, warm and smooth like velvet under his calloused fingers. The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through his body, straight to his aching cock. He bit back a groan, feeling the way your skin pebbled slightly under his touch.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and strained.

He should stop. He should turn around, go back to his room, and jerk off in the privacy of his own space like a normal person. That was the right thing. The smart thing.

But Jake wasn't thinking with his brain right now. All the blood in his body had rushed south, leaving him dizzy and desperate and completely out of control. The tension in the room was suffocating, every second stretching out as his hand lingered on your hip, thumb stroking the tiniest circle against your skin.

He shifted closer, inch by agonizing inch, his body moving of its own accord until his chest was pressed against your back. You were so small compared to him, so delicate, and the contrast made his head swim. His arm draped over your waist, slow and careful, pulling you flush against him. The moment your ass nestled against his crotch, the heat of you seeping through the thin layers of fabric, he nearly lost it. His cock throbbed hard, trapped between your bodies, the friction making stars burst behind his eyelids.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft "Mm" escaping your lips, your body instinctively pressing back into his warmth.

"Jake?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, barely coherent.

He froze. Every muscle in his body locked up as he waited, heart hammering so loud he was sure you'd hear it. The seconds dragged on, thick with unbearable tension.

But you didn't pull away.

Instead, you snuggled closer, pressing your ass back against his crotch in a slow, unconscious roll that made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. The pressure was exquisite torture—your soft, warm curves molding perfectly against his rock-hard length.

"Thought you were at your girlfriend's," you mumbled, your words slurring together, still half-lost in sleep.

Jake's mind reeled. Girlfriend? What fucking girlfriend? But the words died in his throat as you drifted again, your breathing evening out, your body going slack yet still pressed so intimately against him.

And Jake? Jake was in fucking hell.

Your ass was pressed right against his aching cock, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers and your tiny pajama shorts. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, the way your body fit against his like it was made for him. Every tiny shift of your hips sent sparks shooting up his spine. He stayed like that for long, torturous minutes, just breathing you in, fighting the overwhelming urge to grind against you.

But then you shifted again in your sleep, your hips moving in a lazy little circle, and suddenly there was friction—delicious, torturous friction that made Jake's vision blur at the edges.

"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, the word barely audible.

He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this.

But his hips had other plans. The first roll was almost involuntary, a shallow drag of his cock against the swell of your ass that sent pleasure exploding through him. He stilled immediately after, chest heaving, waiting. Watching. The tension coiled tighter in his gut.

Nothing. You slept on.

Emboldened yet terrified, he moved again—slower this time, more deliberate. His cock slid against the curve of your ass, the fabric creating just enough drag to make him dizzy. He could feel every inch of you, the heat, the softness, the way your body responded even in sleep with tiny, unconscious twitches. His hand, resting on your hip, began to wander, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, dipping under the hem of your pajama top to feel the bare, fever-warm skin of your stomach. You shivered under his touch, a full-body tremor that made his balls tighten.

"Jake?" you mumbled again, clearer this time, hovering on the edge of awareness.

He froze, hand splayed across your stomach, heart in his throat.

But you pressed back harder, a soft, needy moan escaping your lips as your ass ground deliberately against his throbbing cock.

The tension snapped.

Jake's breath caught in his throat as your ass pressed back against him with more purpose, the slow grind sending white-hot sparks racing up his spine. His cock throbbed violently between your bodies, trapped against the soft, yielding flesh of your ass, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to dull the searing heat radiating from you. He could feel the dampness starting to seep through your shorts—your arousal mixing with his own precum—and the realization made his head spin.

He stayed perfectly still for several agonizing seconds, every muscle coiled tight, waiting for you to fully wake. To realize. To push him away or pull him closer. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the pounding of his own heart.

Then your hand moved—slowly, lazily—reaching back to rest on his thigh. Your fingers flexed once, digging in just enough for him to feel your nails through his boxers.

"Jake..." you whispered again, voice husky and low, still laced with sleep but unmistakably aware now. The way you said his name made his cock twitch hard against you.

He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. "You... you're awake."

A soft, breathy laugh escaped you, the sound vibrating through your back and into his chest. "Have been for a few minutes." Your hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberate, dragging the curve of your ass along the entire aching length of his cock. "Felt you watching me. Felt you get on the bed."

Jake let out a shaky, pathetic sound, the sound guttural and broken. His forehead dropped to the back of your neck, lips brushing against your warm skin as he inhaled your scent—vanilla, faint sweat, and something undeniably feminine that made his mouth water. His hand on your stomach spread wider, fingers splaying across your soft skin, feeling the way your muscles fluttered under his touch.

"You should tell me to leave," he rasped against your neck, even as his hips finally gave in and rolled forward, pressing his rigid cock harder against you. The friction was maddening—slow, heavy drags that made his balls draw up tight. "Tell me to get the fuck out, right now."

But you didn't. Instead, you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass more firmly into his lap, trapping his cock perfectly between your cheeks. The heat between your thighs was intoxicating, even through the fabric.

"I don't want you to leave," you murmured, voice thick. Your fingers trailed higher up his thigh, teasing the hem of his boxers. "I've been waiting for you to finally do something."

The confession hit him like a drug. Jake's grip on your stomach tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space between your bodies. He could feel the rapid flutter of your heartbeat against his chest, matching his own frantic rhythm. His free hand slid up your side, pushing your tank top higher, exposing more of your bare skin to the cool air. His fingertips traced every dip and curve—your ribs, the underside of your breast—moving with excruciating slowness, savoring every shiver and hitch in your breath.

"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted this," he moans, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His cock throbbed again, leaking steadily now, the wet spot on his boxers growing. "Every night. Listening to you through the wall. Jerking off — mhm— thinking about these thighs..." His hand slid down, palming the soft flesh of your upper thigh, squeezing gently. "...this fucking ass."

You whimpered softly at his words, the sound going straight to his cock. Your legs parted just a little more, inviting him. The movement caused your shorts to ride up even higher, and Jake's fingers brushed against the edge of the fabric, dangerously close to your core.

He paused there, teasing, letting the tension build until it felt like the air might crack. His fingers hovered, barely grazing the damp heat seeping through your shorts. You pushed back again, trying to chase his touch, but he held you still with his arm around your waist.

"Not yet," he whispered, voice rough. "Been dreaming about this too long to rush it."

He rocked his hips in a slow, filthy grind, letting you feel every thick inch of him sliding between your ass cheeks. The fabric barrier made it torturous—too much and not enough all at once. Each drag pulled a quiet, needy sound from your throat, and Jake drank them in like oxygen.

His hand finally dipped beneath your shorts, moving with agonizing patience. His fingers traced the crease where your thigh met your body, then slowly—painfully slowly—slid inward. The first brush against your bare pussy made you both gasp. You were soaked. Dripping. Your slick coated his fingertips instantly, hot and slippery.

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned, burying his face in your hair. "Fuck— You're fucking drenched for me."

He circled your clit with one finger, featherlight at first, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Your hips jerked, chasing more pressure, but he kept it torturously light, drawing out every sensation. His cock continued its slow grind against your ass, perfectly in time with the movement of his hand.

You reached back, fingers finally slipping under his waistband, wrapping around his bare cock. The sudden skin-on-skin contact made Jake hiss sharply. Your hand was warm, soft, and so fucking small around his thick length. You stroked him slowly, thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading his precum.

"Been wanting to feel this," you whispered, voice trembling with arousal. "Wanted you inside me for months."

Jake's exhaled sharply, control frayed further. He pushed two fingers inside you without warning—slowly, stretching you open, feeling your tight walls flutter and clench around him. You were so wet that they slid in easily, but he took his time, curling them, searching for that spot that made your breath catch.

When he found it, your moan was louder, rawer. Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking him with more urgency, but still matching his deliberate pace.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked pussy, the wet squelch mixing with your shared heavy breathing. Jake's hips kept moving, grinding his cock against your ass while he fingered you, the dual sensation driving him closer to the edge with every passing second.

He pressed his lips to your neck, sucking gently, then harder, marking you. His teeth grazed your skin as he added a third finger, stretching you wider, preparing you.

"Jake..." you moaned, pushing back onto his fingers. "Please. I need you."

He pulled his fingers out slowly, savoring the way your pussy tried to keep them inside, then brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a deep groan.

"You'll get me,baby" he promised in a breathy whisper, voice dark. "But I'm taking my time with you tonight."

He pulled his fingers out of you with deliberate slowness, savoring the way your pussy clenched around them like it didn’t want to let go. A thick string of your arousal stretched between his fingers and your dripping folds before breaking. Jake brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, filthy groan that vibrated against your back.

“Fuck— oh god— mhmm— you taste even better than i fucking imagined,” he moaned, voice wrecked.

Before you could respond, he shifted. In one smooth but hungry movement, he rolled you onto your back and positioned himself between your spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled low, his broad shoulders pushing your legs further apart. Your pajama shorts were still bunched around your knees, and he yanked them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside.

He paused there for a moment, just staring. The lamplight cast a warm glow over your glistening pussy, swollen and slick, clit peeking out from its hood. Jake’s mouth watered. His cock was painfully hard, trapped against the mattress, already leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets.

He lowered his head slowly, dragging it out, letting the tension coil tighter. His hot breath fanned across your sensitive skin, making your thighs tremble. Then his tongue—flat, broad, and greedy—dragged a long, slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

The moan that tore from your throat was raw.

Jake whimpered against your pussy like a starving man, the vibration shooting straight through you. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop of your wetness. His hips started moving on their own—desperate, shameful rolls against the mattress. He humped the bed like a dog in heat, grinding his aching cock into the sheets while his tongue worked between your folds.

“Jake—oh fuck—” you gasped, your fingers threading into his hair, gripping tight.

He ate you like he was possessed. Long, messy strokes of his tongue, circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Then he dipped lower, pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth slurping and licking, mixed with the rhythmic creak of the bed as he desperately humped the mattress.

His cock dragged against the sheets, the friction rough and imperfect, but he couldn’t stop. Every time you moaned or rolled your hips against his face, his own hips jerked harder, rutting pathetically into the bed. Precum smeared across his stomach and the sheets. The burning need in his groin was almost unbearable, but he refused to stop tasting you.

He moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and desperate. “Could eat this fucking pussy for hours,” he rasped, voice thick with spit and your arousal. His nose pressed against your clit as he licked deeper, his hips grinding faster now, chasing any kind of relief.

Your thighs started shaking around his head. The pleasure built in heavy, pulsing waves—his warm, wet tongue working you open, the obscene sounds of him devouring you, the sight of his muscular back flexing as he humped the bed like he was losing his mind.

You were close already. So fucking close.

But Jake pulled back just before you tipped over the edge, his lips shiny and swollen. He looked feral, eyes dark with lust as he crawled up your body. His cock—thick, heavy, and flushed dark red—slapped against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your skin.

He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, spreading your wetness and his own spit along his length. Then he lined up, the fat head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.

“You sure?” he asked, voice strained, even though his hips were already twitching forward.

“Yes,” you breathed, pulling him down into a messy kiss. “Want you to fuck me.”

Jake pushed in.

The first inch was slow, deliberate. The burning stretch hit you immediately—his thick cock forcing your tight walls to part around him, a sharp, delicious sting that made your breath hitch. He was big. Thicker than you’d expected. The sensation was intense, almost too much, but the overwhelming fullness made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck—Jake—” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

He let out a shaky, needy whimper,forehead pressed to yours, jaw clenched tight. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to adjust. The burning stretch slowly melted into a heavy, throbbing pleasure as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, balls pressed against your ass.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Can feel you pulsing around me.”

He stayed buried deep inside you, hips flush against yours, breathing hard through his mouth. The burning stretch of his thick cock filling you was still so intense—your walls fluttering and pulsing around every inch of him, trying to accommodate his size. His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot, stretching you open so completely it felt like he was reshaping you.

Then he started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips. Each thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside you, the burning stretch returning every time he pulled back and pushed in again, only to bloom into blinding pleasure.

His mouth found yours in a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together as he fucked you with deep, measured strokes. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy mixed with your shared moans and the creak of the bed.

Jake’s forehead pressed harder against yours, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. A soft, broken whimper escaped him, high and needy.

“F-fuck… oh my god—” he whined, voice cracking. “You’re so—ahh— so fucking tight. I c-can’t… hah—”

He pulled back just a little, slow and careful, only to push back in again. The drag was exquisite, that same burning stretch flaring up as your pussy clenched around his retreating cock, then blooming into heavy, throbbing pleasure when he sank back in. His hips stuttered, a desperate little jerk that made you both gasp.

Jake’s face dropped to your neck, lips parted against your skin as another whimper slipped out, muffled and pathetic.

“S-so warm… so wet—mmh— I’m losing my fucking mind,” he moaned, the words shaky and interrupted by soft, breathy sounds. Every shallow thrust made him whine quietly, his voice raw with desperation. “Been wanting this for s-so long—ahh, fuck— you’re squeezing me so good.”

His hips started moving in earnest now—slow, deep rolls that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside you. The wet, slick sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and filthy. Jake couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his throat. Every thrust pulled a new whimper or moan from him.

He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over you so he could watch your face. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted as he panted.

“Feels— hah— feels better than I imagined,” he whined, voice breaking on the last word. “Your pussy is— mmh— fucking perfect. So hot. So fucking tight around me— oh god—”

You arched beneath him, nails digging into his back as another wave of burning pleasure shot through you when he ground his hips in a slow circle, pressing even deeper. The head of his cock nudged against that spot inside you, making your toes curl.

Jake’s rhythm faltered, turning into desperate little thrusts as he buried his face in your neck again.

“I’m— ahh— I’m trying to go slow but you feel too good,” he moaned, the words stuttering out between shaky breaths. “W-wanna stay buried in you forever— fuck, I’m whining like a bitch but I c-can’t stop— hah— please—”

His hips snapped forward a little harder on the next thrust, pulling a sharp cry from you and a long, needy whimper from him. He was trembling, muscles tight, clearly fighting the urge to fuck you faster. Instead, he kept the pace torturously slow, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open again and again.

He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he continued those deep, grinding thrusts. Between kisses, he kept whimpering against your mouth.

“You’re— mmh— you’re dripping down my cock,” he whined, voice wrecked and desperate. “Can feel it— ahh— running down my balls. You’re so fucking wet for me— oh fuck—”

One of his hands slid down between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in slow, slick circles, matching the rhythm of his hips. The added stimulation made your pussy clamp down harder around him, and Jake let out a high-pitched moan that bordered on a sob.

“F-fuck—! Don’t do that— I’m gonna— hah— I’m gonna lose it,” he whimpered, hips stuttering again as he fought to keep control. “Want to make you cum first— please— mmmh— cum on my cock while I’m stretching you like this.”

His thrusts stayed deep and deliberate, that constant burning stretch mixing with toe-curling pleasure every single time he bottomed out. Jake’s whimpers and moans grew louder, more broken, as he rubbed your clit faster, his own desperation leaking into every shaky breath and needy sound.

Jake’s hips rolled forward again in that same devastatingly slow rhythm, pushing every thick inch of his cock back into your soaked heat. The stretch was still there — that delicious, burning pull as your walls were forced to open around his girth. It wasn’t painful anymore, but the intensity made your toes curl and your breath catch every single time he bottomed out.

You moaned softly beneath him, fingers digging harder into the muscles of his back. “Jake… fuck— you’re so deep,” you whispered, voice trembling. Your pussy fluttered around him involuntarily, squeezing his length as another wave of slick heat dripped down between you.

He whimpered against your neck, the sound broken and needy. “Hah— oh god, y-you keep clenching like that and I— mmh— I’m not gonna last,” he whined, hips stuttering for a moment before he forced them back into that torturously slow grind. “Feels too good… your pussy is— ahh— sucking me in. So hot. So fucking wet.”

You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest as you rolled your hips up to meet him. The movement made his cock drag against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting up your spine. A needy moan slipped from your lips, louder than you intended.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly against his skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long too… wanted to feel you stretching me open just like this.”

Jake’s whole body shuddered at your words. He lifted his head to look at you, eyes glassy and desperate, lips parted as soft pants and whimpers kept falling from him. “Y-yeah? You thought about me fucking you?” he moaned, voice cracking between words. “Thought about my cock buried inside you while you were lying in here alone?”

He punctuated the question with a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips in a tight circle when he was fully seated. The pressure against your cervix made your eyes flutter shut, a burning fullness spreading through your lower belly.

“Yes— fuck— yes,” you gasped, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Every night. I’d touch myself thinking about you… mmh… hearing you through the wall and wishing you’d just come in here and take me.”

A high-pitched whine tore from Jake’s throat. His fingers on your clit stuttered for a second before resuming those slow, slick circles. “F-fuck… you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck again. His hips kept moving in those long, dragging strokes — pulling almost all the way out until just the fat head of his cock stretched your entrance, then sinking back in so slowly you felt every vein, every ridge.

The burning sensation flared again with every re-entry, that perfect mix of slight sting and overwhelming pleasure that had your head spinning. Your juices coated him completely, making the slide wetter, filthier. You could hear it — the soft, obscene squelch every time he pushed inside.

You reached down between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock where he was sliding in and out of you. Jake moaned sharply at the contact, hips jerking.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmured, voice husky. Your fingers got slick instantly as you stroked what little of him wasn’t buried inside you. “All this is because of you, Jake.”

He let out a pathetic little whine, trembling above you. “S-stop— hah— you’re making me throb so much,” he moaned, voice breaking. “I can feel it… feel how tight you are every time I push in. It burns a little when I stretch you, doesn’t it? Tell me.”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip as another deep thrust made that exact burning stretch bloom again. “Yes— it burns so good. You’re so thick… I can feel you opening me up. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

Encouraged, Jake shifted his weight, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He whimpered loudly as he bottomed out again, the sound turning into a series of soft, desperate moans as he kept grinding.

“Oh my god— oh fuck— you’re taking me so well,” he whined, hips stuttering in shallow little thrusts while staying pressed deep. “I c-can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe I’m finally inside you— ahh— finally fucking the girl I’ve been obsessed with.”

You cupped his face, pulling him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues slid together slowly, matching the pace of his hips. Between kisses you kept whispering against his lips.

“Harder, Jake… I can take it. Want to feel you lose control a little.”

He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “Trying to be gentle— mmh— don’t wanna hurt you. But fuck— you feel so good I just wanna— hah— bury myself and never leave.”

Still, he gave you what you asked for. His next thrust was a little harder, a little deeper. The slap of skin was soft but audible. That burning stretch returned stronger, making you cry out softly into his mouth. Pleasure and slight discomfort twisted together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began — it just felt overwhelming.

Jake’s fingers kept working your clit, faster now, slick and steady. Your pussy clamped down around him again and he let out a long, broken whimper.

“F-fuck— you’re getting tighter. Are you close? Please tell me you’re close— I need to feel you cum on me,” he whined, voice cracking with desperation. His hips kept that slow, deep pace, but his breathing was ragged, little moans and gasps falling against your ear with every thrust.

“I’m so close,” you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet him. “Just like that— right there— oh god, Jake—”

He kept the angle perfect, grinding against that spot inside you on every forward motion. The burning fullness mixed with the constant pressure on your clit had you shaking. Your thighs trembled around him. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally snapped.

You came hard, back arching off the bed as your pussy spasmed around his cock. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, making your vision blur at the edges. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him rhythmically, trying to pull him even deeper.

Jake’s eyes rolled back, a high-pitched whine escaping him as he felt you cum.

“Oh fuck— oh my god— you’re cumming— you’re cumming on my cock,” he moaned, voice wrecked and stuttering. “It feels— hah— feels so good. So tight— squeezing me so fucking hard— ahh— I can’t— I’m—”

He didn’t pull out. Instead he kept thrusting through your orgasm, slow and deep, whimpering and moaning with every squeeze of your pussy. His own hips started losing rhythm, becoming more desperate.

You were still riding the aftershocks when you felt him start to throb inside you. His cock twitched hard, the burning stretch intensifying as he swelled even more.

“Gonna— mmh— gonna cum,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “Can I— inside? Please let me fill you up— I need it— hah— please—”

“Yes,” you gasped, still trembling, legs locked around him. “Cum inside me, Jake. Fill me.”

That was all it took.

Jake let out a long, broken moan that turned into a series of pathetic whimpers as he came. His hips jerked erratically, pressing as deep as he could while thick ropes of cum spilled inside you. You could feel every pulse, every hot spurt painting your walls. The sensation was overwhelming — warmth spreading deep inside, mixing with your own wetness, some of it already leaking out around his cock.

He kept moving through it, slow, shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, whimpering softly with every twitch of his cock. “F-fuck… so much… can’t stop cumming,” he moaned, voice hoarse.

When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard. His cock was still buried deep, softening only slightly. You could feel his cum leaking slowly out of you, warm and messy.

For a long minute, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed as you both shifted.

Then Jake lifted his head, eyes soft and hazy as he looked at you. “That was… I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” he whispered, voice still shaky. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

You smiled, running your fingers through his messy hair. “I’m perfect. The stretch burned a little but it felt so good.” You clenched around him on purpose, making him whimper again. “Still feel you inside me… all that cum.”

Jake groaned — no, whined — burying his face in your neck once more. “You’re gonna get me hard again saying stuff like that.”

You laughed softly, rolling your hips experimentally. His cock twitched inside you, already starting to thicken again.

“Good,” you murmured, kissing the side of his head. “Because I wasn’t kidding earlier. We have months of lost time to make up for.”

Jake lifted himself on his elbows, looking down at you with that same desperate, hungry expression. His hips gave a slow, testing roll, pushing his half-hard cock deeper into your cum-filled pussy.

“Round two already?” he whimpered, voice cracking with fresh arousal. “You’re really gonna let me keep fucking you tonight?”

You pulled him down into another deep kiss, moaning softly when he started moving again — still slow, still savoring every inch.

“I want you to fuck me until neither of us can move,” you whispered against his lips.

Jake’s answer was a needy little moan as he sank back into that slow, deep rhythm, the wet sounds of his cum being pushed in and out of you filling the room once more.

The night was far from over.

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